Nothing more, — except that I don't believe I shall ever marry; I'm happy as I am, and love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up for any mortal man.

People don't know when they are happy. They're never so unhappy as they think they are.

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

No truly happy person feels the need to stand in front of a mirror and recite that she's happy. She just is.

Happiness simply cannot be relied upon as a measure of success.

In vain do they talk of happiness who never subdued an impulse in obedience to a principle. He who never sacrificed a present to a future good, or a personal to a general one, can speak of happiness only as the blind speak of color.

For of mortals there is no one who is happy. If wealth flows in upon one, one may be perhaps Luckier than one’s neighbor, but still not happy.

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

Happiness does not come from consumption of things.

No woman should give her happiness into the keeping of a man without fixed principles...

Happiness in marriage is entirely a matter of chance. If the dispositions of the parties are ever so well known to each other or ever so similar beforehand, it does not advance their felicity in the least. They always continue to grow sufficiently unlike afterwards to have their share of vexation; and it is better to know as little as possible of the defects of the person with whom you are to pass your life.

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.

That was just the mindset of the times: that happiness was somehow less important than keeping up appearances.

Happiness is not found in self contemplation; it is perceived only when it is reflected from another.