Happiness requires the ultimate sacrifice: to let go of one's unhappiness.

There are two sacrifices one must never make: one's freedom or one's happiness.

Strange how when people grow up they forget the things that make them happy.

A novel is no place to look for happiness.

What a betrayal of life, of sense, to choose hate over love, despair over happiness.

Better to find one thing to live for than a thousand things to be against.

Whatever gets you moving and out of your head is good for you.

Strange how when we grow up we forget the things that make us happy.

Why am I so happy? Because I never made the mistake of growing up.