If what Proust says is true, that happiness is the absence of fever, then I will never know happiness. For I am possessed by a fever for knowledge, experience, and creation.
The best things in life are free.
Celebrate the happiness that friends are always giving, make every day a holiday and celebrate just living!
There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state to another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life.
Man never thinks himself happy, but when he enjoys those things which others want or desire
False happiness is like false money; it passes for a long time as well as the true, and serves some ordinary occasions; but when it is brought to the touch, we find the lightness and alloy, and feel the loss.
Happiness? That’s nothing more than a good health and a poor memory.
Well-being and happiness never appeared to me as an absolute aim. I am even inclined to compare such moral aims to the ambitions of a pig.
If you want to live a happy life, tie it to a goal, not to people or things.
To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others