When a small child I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment but soon flits away.

To be able to throw one's self away for the sake of a moment to be able to sacrifice years for a woman's smile - that is happiness.

I have discovered the secret of happiness - it is work either with the hands or the head. The moment I have something to do the draughts are open and my chimney draws and I am happy.

Happiness is not a brilliant climax to years of grim struggle and anxiety. It is a long succession of little decisions simply to be happy in the moment.

Man falls from the pursuit of the ideal of plan living and high thinking the moment he wants to multiply his daily wants. Man's happiness really lies in contentment.

The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise. It is not that we seize them but that they seize us.

If you wait for the perfect moment when all is safe and assured it may never arrive. Mountains will not be climbed races won or lasting happiness achieved.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

Great moments are born from great oppurtunities.

The man who throws a bomb is an artist because he prefers a great moment to everything.