Human felicity is produced not as much by great pieces of good fortune that seldom happen as by little advantages that occur every day.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
A man's felicity consists not in the outward and visible blessing of fortune, but in the inward and unseen perfections and riches of the mind.
It seldom happens that any felicity comes so pure as not to be tempered and allayed by some mixture of sorrow.
What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
Few people realize that luck is created.
Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.
This world is run with far too tight a rein for luck to interfere. Fortune sells her wares; she never gives them. In some form or other, we pay for her favors; or we go empty away.
Luck relies on chance, labor on character.
Felicity, the companion of content, is rather found in our own breasts than in the enjoyment of external things; and I firmly believe it requires but a little philosophy to make a man happy in whatever state he is.
Fortune converts everything to the advantage of her favorites.
To strive with difficulties, and to conquer them, is the highest human felicity.