Happiness (n.) is the man who can endure the highest and lowest fortune. He who has endured such vicissitudes with equanimity has deprived misfortune of its power.
Happiness (n.) admits no degrees: to call one man less happy than another implies he would prefer the other's life, but a happy man prefers nothing to his own.
Happiness (n.) as people call it is frivolous and empty: it can very easily have one syllable prefixed to it, un-.
Happiness (n.) is when all your joy comes from within, and you gaze on the things people seize and guard and find nothing you would even want.
Happiness (n.) is fled by those who seek it, because they mistake its means for the thing itself — like hurrying through a maze: the faster you go, the worse you are entangled.
Happiness (n.) does not belong to the man into whose coffers mighty sums have flowed, but to one who sees no man he would change places with, who turns evil into good, and from whom Fortune's missiles rebound like hail off a roof.
Happiness (n.) lies not in what a man says about himself but in how he feels — and not on one day, but at all times.
Happiness (n.) can never be built from the unhappiness of another.
Happiness (n.) needs only water and porridge to compete with Jupiter himself.
Happiness (n.) is to be, not to seem — and to seem happy to yourself rather than to others.
Happiness (n.) is not, as men think, a greedy thing; it is a lowly thing; for that reason it never gluts a man's desire.
Happiness (n.) can outlast the worst agony: dying of a diseased bladder and an ulcerated stomach, Epicurus wrote, “and yet that day was none the less happy.”
Happiness (n.) means letting some men think you a fool: let anyone insult you and do you wrong, and if virtue dwells with you, you will suffer nothing.
Happiness (n.) of the wise man is born within him; it would depart from his soul if it had entered from outside.
Happiness (n.) comes only with calm: nothing brings it unless it also brings calm, and a life spent in apprehension is a bad one.
Happiness (n.) has its abode in one place only, namely, in the mind itself, and is noble, steadfast, and calm.
Happiness (n.) cannot belong to someone who is still bound to crave something else.
Happiness (n.) belongs most to him who has no need of happiness, as power belongs most to him who has power over himself.
Happiness (n.) has no halfway landing: once a man begins to slip he cannot stop at any particular place, and what keeps him from rolling to the bottom keeps him at the summit.
Happiness (n.) was claimed in the very factory of pleasure by Epicurus in agony: "To-day and one other day have been the happiest of all!"