Happiness ... consists in giving, and in serving others.
Pleasure is a reciprocal; no one feels it who does not at the same time give it. To be pleased, one must please.
He that despiseth his neighbor sin-neth; but he that hath mercy on the poor, happy is he.
Instinct teaches us to look for happiness outside ourselves.
A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives you roses.
When you dig another out of their troubles, you find a place to bury your own.
Caring about others, running the risk of feeling, and leaving an impact on people, brings happiness.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.
One of the things I keep learning is that the secret of being happy is doing things for other people.
Make one person happy each day and in forty years you will have made 14,600 human beings happy for a little time, at least.
The most satisfying thing in life is to have been able to give a large part of oneself to others.
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.
Seldom can the heart be lonely, If it seeks a lonelier still; Self-forgetting, seeking only Emptier cups of love to fill.
The older you get, the more you realize that kindness is synonymous with happiness.
There is no happiness in having or in getting, but only in giving.
True happiness consists in making others happy.
All who would win joy, must share it; happiness was born a twin.
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.
Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.
Happiness is a sunbeam which may pass through a thousand bosoms without losing a particle of its original ray; nay, when it strikes on a kindred heart, like the converged light on a mirror, it reflects itself with redoubled brightness. It is not perfected till it is shared.
