Life is not always what one wants it to be, but to make the best of it as it is, is the only way of being happy.
We deem those happy who from the experience of life have learned to bear its ills, without being overcome by them.
When we ... devote ourselves to the strict and unsparing performance of duty, then happiness comes of itself.
Seek happiness for its own sake, and you will not find it; seek for duty, and happiness will follow as the shadow comes with the sunshine.
True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one's self. But the point is not only to get out, you must stay out. And to stay out, you must have some absorbing errand.
Happy [is] the man who knows his duties!
There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accom plished something.
Happiness lies in the joy of achieve ment and the thrill of creative effort.
Without duty, life is soft and bone less.
It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.
Happiness consists not in having much, but in being content with little.
Man is meant for happiness and this happiness is in him, in the satisfaction of the daily needs of his existence.
I have had more than half a century of such happiness. A great deal of worry and sorrow, too, but never a worry or a sorrow that was not offset by a purple iris, a lark, a bluebird, or a dewy morning glory.
A multitude of small delights constitute happiness.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions-the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling.
For me it is sufficient to have a corner by my hearth, a book and a friend, and a nap undisturbed by creditors or grief.
A happy life is made up of little things ... a gift sent, a letter written, a call made, a recommendation given, transportation provided, a cake made, a book lent, a check sent.
Yes, there is a Nirvanah; it is in leading your sheep to a green pasture, and in putting your child to sleep, and in writing the last line of your poem.
First health, then wealth, then pleasure, and do not owe anything to anybody.
I know well that happiness is in little things.
