Happiness (n.) disproved by a fall was never happiness; the friends who called a man lucky were only fooled by footing that had not slipped yet.
Happiness (n.) on earth always has a snag: in every life some corner grates against its luck.
Happiness (n.) in human life is bittersweet: it deserts the patient before long and never satisfies the anxious.
Happiness (n.) is hunted abroad by people who keep it at home: it lies within, not in anything chance can hand over.
Happiness (n.) that can be lost is never quite happiness: unaware of the risk you are blind, aware of it you are afraid.
Happiness (n.) is the one good that, once you have it, leaves nothing else to want.
Happiness (n.) is a single destination reached by countless roads, most of them wrong: nature plants the desire for the true good, and error steers it toward fakes.
Happiness (n.) has no parts, so whoever chases one slice of it, wealth alone or power alone, gets neither the slice nor the whole.