Happiness (n.) would not come of all the goods of life united, but all the ills united would make a wretch indeed — and one ill, or the absence of one good, can make life not worth choosing.
Happiness (n.) is desired equally by all and won by few, chiefly for want of the strength of mind to resist present ease for distant enjoyment.
Happiness (n.) of others, even where it does us no good, acts on us like sunshine or well-cultivated plains; misery, like a lowering cloud or barren landscape, throws a damp over the imagination.
Happiness (n.) consists chiefly in the right enjoyment of the common occurrences of life — which is exactly what a great sorrow takes away.
Happiness (n.) as philosophers describe it is narrowed by their passions: each man's own road is, in his account, the only one that leads there.