Happiness (n.) is a fata morgana. The only way to not end up unhappy is to not long for happiness.
Happiness (n.) is, for a man, 'I will', and, for a woman, 'he wills.'
Happiness (n.) is, for man, arranged as happy moments, not as happy times.
Happiness (n.) is something man wants only to desire, but not to have. The destiny of man is designed for happy moments but not for happy ages.
Happiness (n.) is the feeling that power increases that resistance is being overcome.
Happiness (n.) is the result, not the goal, of a healthy lifestyle.
Happiness (n.) is the sibling of unhappiness. Like two siblings, they grow up together, or as the case may be, remain small together.
Happiness (n.) is within a nihilistic perspective, reduced to a mere absence of worry.
Happiness (n.) is not to be thought of in opposition to pain and suffering but rather, pain is an enabling condition for happiness, happiness is suffering through the great tasks one has set oneself.
Happiness (n.) of every size is made by one thing: the ability to forget — to feel unhistorically while it lasts; he who cannot stand balanced on the threshold of the moment like a goddess of victory will never know it, nor make others happy.
Happiness (n.) desired as one desires life has not raised its eyes above the animal's horizon — it only wants more consciously what the animal seeks by blind impulse.
Happiness (n.) for modern men is really their misfortune: drilled by false feeling so they cannot admit how wretched they are, they collaborate in advancing their own adversity.
Happiness (n.) is not increased by higher culture: whoever wants to harvest contentment from life has only to avoid acquiring one.
Happiness (n.) can never fill an age — men want to desire it, not have it; life is designed for happy moments, not happy ages; the dream of a happy age echoes the hunter stretching out to rest after the chase.
Happiness (n.) is a little garden man lays out on the volcanic soil of the world's woe — the more volcanic, the more happiness; but it does not justify the suffering.
Happiness (n.) for the artist and philosopher is serene agitation — a third state that stands to play as floating to dancing and dancing to walking.
Happiness (n.) of the staircase: for some, the best of an event or a whole period arrives only long after, as a faint spicy fragrance that awakens sorrow and longing.
Happiness (n.) springs from one's own unknown laws, and prescriptions from without can only obstruct it.
Happiness (n.) conceived as the liveliest feeling of power has perhaps been nowhere greater on earth than in the souls of superstitious ascetics.
Happiness (n.) is made of the least: a lizard's rustling, a breath, a blink — "how little suffices for happiness" was a blasphemy, for a little is the stuff of the best happiness.