Happiness (n.) is an abstraction, it is a product of the imagination, it is a way of being moved, which depends entirely on our way of seeing and feeling.
Happiness (n.) is giving ourselves indiscriminately to everything our passions suggest.
Happiness (n.) is metaphysical in that it is the work of the imagination.
Happiness (n.) is achieved only by enlarging the scope of one's tastes and one's fantasies, by sacrificing everything to pleasure. Only in this way can the unfortunate individual called man, thrown despite himself into this sad world, succeed in gathering a few roses among life's thorns.
Happiness (n.) lies only in that which excites, and the only thing that excites is crime.
Happiness (n.) is neither in vice nor in virtue, but in the manner we appreciate the one and the other, and the choice we make pursuant to our individual organization.
Happiness (n.) is to be found in the senses, and virtue gratifies none of them.