Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

Any intelligent person knows that life is a beautiful thing and that the purpose of life is to be happy," said my father as he watched the three beauties. "But it seems only idiots are ever happy. How can we explain this?

The greatest happiness is when the eye discovers beauty where neither then mind conceived of nor the hand intended any.

After all, isn't the purpose of the novel, or of a museum, for that matter, to relate our memories with such sincerity as to transform individual happiness into a happiness all can share?

Аз жаргал бол хэн нэгнийг тэврээд бүхий л ертөнцийг тэвэрсэнтэй адилхан болох тэр мэдрэмж юм.

Happiness is laughing together...

It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn't know it.

But we should search for the strange and surprising in the world, not within ourselves! To search within, to think so long and hard about our own selves, would only make us unhappy. This is what had happened to the characters in my story: for this reason heroes could never tolerate being themselves, for this reason they always wanted to be someone else.

Let everyone know, I lived a very happy life.