“A happy genius is the gift of nature.”

Fowls, by winter forced, forsake the floods, and wing their hasty flight to happier lands.

What, start at this! when sixty years have spread. Their grey experience o’er thy hoary head? Is this the all observing age could gain? Or hast thou known the world so long in vain?

Happy, happy, happy pair! None but the brave deserves the fair.

To die for faction is a common evil, But to be hanged for nonsense is the devil.

Truth is the foundation of all knowledge and the cement of all societies.

For all the happiness mankind can gain Is not in pleasure, but in rest from pain.

We by art unteach what Nature taught.

Never was patriot yet, but was a fool.

They first condemn that first advised the ill.

Let grace and goodness be the principal loadstone of thy affections. For love which hath ends, will have an end; whereas that which is founded on true virtue, will always continue.

But when to sin our biased nature leans, The careful Devil is still at hand with means; And providently pimps for ill desires.

Time glides with undiscover’d haste; The future but a length behind the past.

Self-defense is Nature’s eldest law.

Him of the western dome, whose weighty sense Flows in fit words and heavenly eloquence.

So the false spider, when her nets are spread, deep ambushed in her silent den does lie.

Thus, while the mute creation downward bend Their sight, and to their earthly mother ten, Man looks aloft; and with erected eyes Beholds his own hereditary skies.

Taking chances almost always makes for happy endings.

The partner that you have is supposed to make you a better person, and when you’re happy, you’re a better person.

To make manhood more noble, womanhood more beautiful, and childhood more happy and bright.

My father is my idol, so I always did everything like him. He used to work two jobs and still come home happy every night.

No one is in control of your happiness but you; therefore, you have the power to change anything about yourself or your life that you want to change.

We tend to see God as a means through which we get things to make us happy. For most of us, He has not become our happiness.

You make me happy, even when you’re awful. I would rather be with you – even the you that you seem to think is diminished – than with anyone else in the world.

The main human problems often are that we misidentify what will make us happy; and we ask people and things to save us beyond their ability.