Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Happiness comes when we test our skills towards some meaningful purpose.
Happiness is a how; not a what. A talent, not an object.
Happiness is when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Happiness is not something that just comes to you. It's an active process.
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 when you love who you are and you are able to accept yourself and others.
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 not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.
Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls, and we push it with our feet when it stops.
Happiness isn't happiness unless there's a violin-playing goat.