The women I know who have children and have careers they seem to be very happy. They love their children and they love their jobs. But happiness comes out of being willing to do your work in your twenties to find out who you are what you love.

I love my family and I had a very wonderful magical childhood. But New Jersey was actually a very cold place. There was such an intense concentration of wealth and such a low concentration of any actual human happiness.

Inside every adult there's still a child that lingers. We're happiness merchants - giving people the opportunity to dream like children.

When Kate was born she was born into a world of joy and happiness and confidence. The difference between the children is night and day. She's happy she's thriving she's full of self-confidence. I tell her she's beautiful every day before I send her off to school.

I think a child may be the only thing that could give me true happiness.

One thing I've been happy as peach pie about - because I'm all about the children and the happiness of a woman because that makes the happiness of the home - is that nannies day cares and babysitters are all collapsing which is forcing moms and dads to raise their children at home.

To show a child what once delighted you to find the child's delight added to your own - this is happiness.

Happiness is an imaginary condition formerly attributed by the living to the dead now usually attributed by adults to children and by children to adults.

I try to stress to my children that buying something never leads to true happiness.

Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief the anguished disappointment of his hopes.