Where ambition begins happiness ends.
When men are rightly occupied their happiness grows of their work.
What makes us discontented with our condition is the absurdly exaggerated idea we have of the happiness of others.
There is no winter without snow, no spring without sunshine, and no happiness without companions.
There is no happiness; there are only moments of happiness.
There are two kinds of men: those who could be happy and are not, and those who search for happiness and find it not.
Spilled wine is a sign of happiness, but break the bed and all will have long faces.
Silence is the interpreter of happiness.
Seeking happiness is a straight way to misery.