Happiness is like those palaces in fairy tales whose gates are guarded by dragons: we must fight in order to conquer it.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Happiness comes only when we push our brains and hearts to the farthest reaches of which we are capable.
The real problem with happiness is neither its pursuers nor their books; it's happiness itself. Happiness is like beauty: part of its glory lies in its transience.
Happiness is the reward we get for living to the highest right we know.
Happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war.
Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.
Happiness must be cultivated. It is like character. It is not a thing to be safely let alone for a moment, or it will run to weeds.
Happiness is actually found in simple things, such as taking my nephew around the island by bicycle or seeing the stars at night. We go to coffee shops or see airplanes land at the airport.
Happiness is not a brilliant climax to years of grim struggle and anxiety. It is a long succession of little decisions simply to be happy in the moment.
Happiness is the natural flower of duty.
Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.