There is no happiness outside of ourselves.

As a bookish child in Calcutta I used to thrill to the adventures of bad girls whose pursuit of happiness swept them outside the bounds of social decency. Tess of the d'Urbervilles Emma Bovary and Anna Karenina lived large in my imagination. The naughty girls of Hollywood films flirted and knew how to drive.

Eventually we reach the point where we start to realize that we are not going to find peace contentment happiness strength fearlessness - all of the things that in our heart of hearts we wish we had - outside of us.

My parents- they've been my biggest influences and supporters since day one. They teach me every day that happiness comes from within and not from something outside of your heart.

It is the paradox of life that the way to miss pleasure is to seek it first. The very first condition of lasting happiness is that a life should be full of purpose aiming at something outside self.

I've gotten to a point where I realize that happiness doesn't come from the outside.

The person who seeks all their applause from outside has their happiness in another's keeping .

A man who as a physical being is always turned toward the outside thinking that his happiness lies outside him finally turns inward and discovers that the source is within him.

It is those who concentrates on but one thing at a time who advance in this world. The great man or woman is the one who never steps outside his or her specialty or foolishly dissipates his or her individuality.

And finally I twist my heart round again so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be and could be if there weren't any other people living in the world.