There is the love and marriage and family kind of happiness, which is exceedingly boring to describe but nonetheless is important to have and dreadful not to have.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness.
My idea of perfect happiness is a healthy family, peace between nations, and all the critics die.
Happiness is the absence of suffering. I think it's an interesting way of looking at it. I think the absence of suffering exists very rarely in the world we live in.
Much unhappiness has come into the world because of bewilderment and things left unsaid.
There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.
Happiness is composed of misfortunes avoided.
There's a happiness that comes from writing that I won't live without.
Love is the most terrible, and also the most generous of the passions; it is the only one which includes in its dreams the happiness of someone else.
Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.
The happiness which is lacking makes one think even the happiness one has unbearable.