Happiness is the harvest of a quiet eye.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
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.
Happiness is the natural flower of duty.
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 comes when we test our skills towards some meaningful purpose.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.
Happiness is not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.
Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.
Happiness is a light, an atmosphere, an illumination. It sets a personality. I always feel that it is a creation that is difficult for some and easy for others, but essentially an achievement, never an accident.
Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.