Neither wealth nor rank will ensure happiness. Without love and charity and peace of mind you may be rich, great and powerful, but you cannot be happy.
Happiness lies not in the mere possession of wealth. It lies in the joy of achievement, in the thrill of creative effort.
Work faithfully, and you will put yourself in possession of a glorious and enlarging happiness.
It is no one’s fault but our own if we are unhappy; it is no one’s fault but our own if we are sick, poor, or full of lack. The whole scheme of existence makes for happiness and all life is full, complete, serene, only awaiting our own awakening to that fact.
So long as you persist in selfishly seeking your own personal happiness, so long will happiness elude you, and you will be sowing the seeds of wretchedness. In so far as you succeed in losing yourself in the service of others, in that measure will happiness come to you, and you will reap a harvest of bliss.
When the mind is without fear and head is held high, when knowledge flows freely, where the world is not broken up in narrower cells, where words come out of depth of the heart, there bliss follows.
Real happiness is not in the senses but above the senses.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved – loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
It is neither wealth nor splendour, but tranquillity and occupation, which give happiness.
You traverse the world in search of happiness which is within the reach of every man; a contented mind confers it all.
It is a foolish idea to suppose that another person can cause us happiness or misery.
True bliss is a state where adversity and sorrow do not exist, an ever contented state – it is like a medicine which in the beginning appears bitter, but in truth, purifies from within.
Happiness is that inward state of perfect satisfaction which is joy and peace, and form which all desire is culminated… The giving up of desire is the realisation of heaven, and all delights await the pilgrim there.