I've come to the point where I never feel the need to stop and evaluate whether or not I am happy. I'm just 'being', and without question, by default, it works.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

If the entire world sought to make itself worthy of happiness rather than make itself happy, then the entire world would be happy.

The devil's happy when the critics run you off.

The most fragile, unhappy people destine themselves to live lives of constantly reminding themselves to be happy.