Happiness (n.) handed over to other people's souls is a way of degrading your own.
Happiness (n.) depends on yourself alone — yet we spend our short lives placing it in the souls of other people.
Happiness (n.) takes very little — and giving up hope of being a great thinker or scientist is no reason to give up on freedom or humility.
Happiness (n.) is placed by the ambitious in another man's praise, by the voluptuous in his own feeling, and by the wise man in his own action.
Happiness (n.) was not in syllogisms, wealth, reputation or pleasure — I tried them all; it is in doing what a man's nature asks.
Happiness (n.) that you chase by such long detours could be yours right now: leave the past behind, hand the future to providence, and set the present right.
Happiness (n.) you hope to reach someday is available now, if you stop begrudging it to yourself: forget the past, trust the future, and do right in the present.
Happiness (n.) is doing the job in front of you with energy and truthfulness, keeping your spirit intact as if you might have to hand it back any moment — and no one can prevent it.