As this world was not intended to be a state of any great satisfaction or high enjoyment, so neither was it intended to be a mere scene of unhappiness and sorrow.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Happiness was not made to be boasted, but enjoyed. Therefore tho others count me miserable, I will not believe them if I know and feel myself to be happy; nor fear them.
This happiness consisted of nothing else but the harmony of the few things around me with my own existence, a feeling of contentment and well-being that needed no changes and no intensification.
Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.
Sorrow happens, hardship happens, the hell with it, who never knew the price of happiness, will not be happy.
The rare pleasure of being seen for what one is, compensates for the misery of being it.
There was no way to laugh anymore, to love, to care, and there was a sense of guilt in having survived when others had been killed. I turned into a worse workaholic than I had already been by trying to work myself into the ground.
My belief is that we were put into this world of wonders and beauty with a special ability to appreciate them, in some cases to have the fun of taking a hand in developing them, and also in being able to help other people instead of overreaching them and, through it all, to enjoy life - that is, to be happy.
Happiness is not being pained in body or troubled in mind.
Worldly pleasures, such as flow from greatness, riches, honours, and sensual gratifications, are infinitely worse than none.