Education doesn’t make you happy. Nor does freedom. We don’t become happy just because we’re free – if we are. Or because we’ve been educated – if we have. But because education may be the means by which we realize we are happy. It opens our eyes, our ears, tells us where delights are lurking, convinces us that there is only one freedom of any importance whatsoever, that of the mind, and gives us the assurance – the confidence – to walk the path our mind, our educated mind, offers.

Oh Christ, if I could only have some happiness.

Terrible sadness, dread, an agonizing desire for happiness swelled in his heart.

Ludens felt again that special curious anguish caused by glimpses of a happiness he would have felt if only things were different — which could be different, perhaps could easily be different — but somehow maddeningly were not.

She thought, this is the end of happiness, darkness begins here.

Happiness. What's that? I don't know. How can one be happy when one loves a demon?

She tasted for the first time honey-sweet and dangerous happiness: dangerous because, as she before long began to learn, precarious.

Happiness must exist. It can't all be made of pain. But what is happiness made of?

One can't whistle up happiness. It's a gift of nature and I haven't got it.