He who never sacrificed a present to a future good or a personal to a general one can speak of happiness only as the blind speak of color.

Not what we have but what we use not what we see but what we choose-these are the things that mar or bless human happiness.

We always have enough to be happy if we are enjoying what we do have- and not worrying about what we don't have.

Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands but let it go and you learn at once how big and precious it is.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always beyond our grasp but if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.

We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learned to bear its ills without being overcome by them.

To be kind to all to like many and love a few to be needed and wanted by those we love is certainly the nearest we can come to happiness.

Happiness is not so much in having as sharing. We make a living by what we get but we make a life by what we give.

Such is the state of life that none are happy but by the anticipation of change. The change itself is nothing when we have made it the next wish is to change again.

The man with a toothache thinks everyone happy whose teeth are sound. The poverty-stricken man makes the same mistake about the rich man.