Happiness is a wine of the rarest vintage, and seems insipid to a vulgar taste.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
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 when what you think, what you say, and what you do are in harmony.
Happiness is a thing to be practiced, like the violin.
Happiness isn't something you experience; it's something you remember.
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.
Happiness is different from pleasure. Happiness has something to do with struggling and enduring and accomplishing.
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 a hard master, particularly other people's happiness.
Happiness is the legal-tender of the soul. Joy is wealth.
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.