One seeks to make the loved one entirely happy, or, if that cannot be, entirely wretched.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather in spite of ourselves.
Oh, how miserable it is to have no one to share your sorrows and joys, and, when your heart is heavy, to have no soul to whom you can pour out your woes.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.
Wretched are those who are vindictive and spiteful.
Suffering becomes beautiful when anyone bears great calamities with cheerfulness, not through insensibility but through greatness of mind.
Only the liberation of the natural capacity for love in human beings can master their sadistic destructiveness.
Against eternal injustice, man must assert justice, and to protest against the universe of grief, he must create happiness.
Life is divided into the horrible and the miserable.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
Happiness: an agreeable sensation arising from contemplating the misery of another.