Happiness depends upon ourselves.

Age does not make us childish, as some say; it finds us true children.

We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.

But happiness is no respecter of persons.

Forget injuries, never forget kindnesses.

Happiness seems to require a modicum of external prosperity.

A good head and good heart are always a formidable combination. But when you add to that a literate tongue or pen, then you have something very special.

You don't have to be famous. You just have to make your mother and father proud of you.

Kindness in words creates confidence. Kindness in thinking creates profoundness. Kindness in giving creates love.

We were together. I forget the rest.

Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world.

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

Unless you make a daily effort to see the world as God sees it, you will never get beyond mere appearances.

There is no path to happiness: happiness is the path.

Happiness makes up in height for what it lacks in length.

Happiness is the meaning and the purpose of life, the whole aim and end of human existence.

It is necessary to help others, not only in our prayers, but in our daily lives. If we find we cannot help others, the least we can do is to desist from harming them.

To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.

Happiness can exist only in acceptance.

When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace.

It isn't what you have, or who you are, or where you are, or what you are doing that makes you happy or unhappy. It is what you think about.