Now an infinite happiness cannot be purchased by any price less than that which is infinite in value and infinity of merit can only result from a nature that is infinitely divine or perfect.

One thing I've been happy as peach pie about - because I'm all about the children and the happiness of a woman because that makes the happiness of the home - is that nannies day cares and babysitters are all collapsing which is forcing moms and dads to raise their children at home.

The Dalai Lama. He is a very wise man of great inner peace who believes that happiness is the purpose of our lives. Through his teachings and leadership he continues to make this world a better place in which to live.

You believe happiness to be derived from the place in which once you have been happy but in truth it is centered in ourselves.

The pursuit of happiness which American citizens are obliged to undertake tends to involve them in trying to perpetuate the moods tastes and aptitudes of youth.

There is a set of religious or rather moral writings which teach that virtue is the certain road to happiness and vice to misery in this world. A very wholesome and comfortable doctrine and to which we have but one objection namely that it is not true.

It is not the possession of truth but the success which attends the seeking after it that enriches the seeker and brings happiness to him.

And of all illumination which human reason can give none is comparable to the discovery of what we are our nature our obligations what happiness we are capable of and what are the means of attaining it.

As to happiness in this life it is hardly compatible with that diminished respect which ever attends the relinquishing of labour.

I have often met with happiness after some imprudent step which ought to have brought ruin upon me and although passing a vote of censure upon myself I would thank God for his mercy.

When a small child I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment but soon flits away.

The ultimate end of human acts is eudaimonia happiness in the sense of living well which all men desire all acts are but different means chosen to arrive at it.

The happiness of the creature consists in rejoicing in God by which also God is magnified and exalted.

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.

To desire and strive to be of some service to the world to aim at doing something which shall really increase the happiness and welfare and virtue of mankind - this is a choice which is possible for all of us and surely it is a good haven to sail for.

I take it that the good of mankind means the attainment by every man of all the happiness which he can enjoy without diminishing the happiness of his fellow men.

There is no true love save in suffering and in this world we have to choose either love which is suffering or happiness. Man is the more man - that is the more divine - the greater his capacity for suffering or rather for anguish.

You traverse the world in search of happiness which is within the reach of every man. A contented mind confers it on all.

There is no private house in which people can enjoy themselves so well as at a capital tavern... No Sir there is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn.

There is nothing which has yet been contrived by man by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern.

The health of the people is really the foundation upon which all their happiness and all their powers as a state depend.

What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree.

Happiness is a ball after which we run wherever it rolls and we push it with our feet when it stops.

Happiness is a butterfly which when pursued is always just beyond your grasp but which if you will sit down quietly may alight upon you.