Do you suppose there is any living man so unreasonable that if he found himself stricken with a dangerous ailment he would not anxiously desire to regain the blessing of health?

It contributes greatly towards a man's moral and intellectual health to be brought into habits of companionship with individuals unlike himself who care little for his pursuits and whose sphere and abilities he must go out of himself to appreciate.

Since therefore no man is born without faults and he is esteemed the best whose errors are the least let the wise man consider everything human as connected with himself for in worldly affairs there is no perfect happiness under heaven.

Fancy the happiness of Pinocchio on finding himself free! Without saying yes or no he fled from the city and set out on the road that was to take him back to the house of the lovely Fairy.

My biography of Frank Sinatra is not paean to his music but rather an illumination of the man behind the music who once described himself as 'an 18-karat manic-depressive who lived a life of violent emotional contradictions with an over-acute capacity for sadness as well as happiness.'

The sum of the whole is plainly this: The nature of man considered in his single capacity and with respect only to the present world is adapted and leads him to attain the greatest happiness he can for himself in the present world.

Each person is living for himself his own happiness is all he can ever personally feel.

Fate often puts all the material for happiness and prosperity into a man's hands just to see how miserable he can make himself with them.

There is this difference between happiness and wisdom: he that thinks himself the happiest man really is so but he that thinks himself the wisest is generally the greatest fool.

We are long before we are convinced that happiness is never to be found and each believes it possessed by others to keep alive the hope of obtaining it for himself.