Happiness (n.) is not pursued in a traditional culture: it plans tomorrow's meals, but not the enjoyment they will bring.
Happiness (n.) held constant is like setting a thermostat's upper and lower limits to the same degree.
Happiness (n.) is not enough for us: we want to feel ourselves feeling happy, so as not to miss anything.
Happiness (n.) sought as a result jams the mind's machinery: a mechanism meant for food and shelter, turned on its own states, tries to lift itself by its bootstraps.
Happiness (n.) is so bound to misery that, in a sense, happiness is misery — and the perceptive man stops wanting one without the other.
Happiness (n.) built on any of the things unenlightened man depends on is dual, conditioned by its opposite: no life without death, no pleasure without evil.
Happiness (n.) lasts just so long as we have a future to look forward to — a good time tomorrow or a life beyond the grave.
Happiness (n.) that always hangs on something expected is a will-o'-the-wisp, chased until the future and the chaser both vanish into death.
Happiness (n.) as the brain conceives it is a guaranteed endless future of pleasures — so, knowing it will die, it tries to cram Paradise into a few years.
Happiness (n.) cannot be planned; you can only plan to exist, and existence in itself is neither pleasant nor painful.