We have no literature, no art, no pursuit of beauty and enjoyment. We cannot even speak of love.… Princeps, is there meaning to such a life?

Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

Where there is no love there is no understanding.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.

There is no happiness where there is no wisdom...

a life without love, is no life at all

Those who search for happiness do not find it because they do not understand that the object of the search is the seeker.

You are concerned with your own happiness and I am telling you that there is no such thing. Happiness is never your own, it is where the ‘I’ is not.

Without love, our lives are empty.

No, the opposite of happiness is hopelessness, an endless gray horizon of resignation and indifference.3 It’s the belief that everything is fucked, so why do anything at all?

A person is never happy except at the price of some ignorance.

After all, what is happiness? Love, they tell me. But love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed of ecstasy and agony.

For those who are poor in happiness, each time is a first time; happiness never becomes a habit.