When you seek you are really only window-shopping.
All of the animals except man know that the principal business of life is to enjoy it.
Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
He who binds to himself a Joy, Does the winged life destroy; He who kisses the joy as it flies, seven Lives in Eternity's sunrise.
The personal self by its very nature is constantly pursuing pleasure and avoiding pain. The ending of this pattern is the ending of the self. The ending of the self with its desires and fears enables you to return to your real nature, the source of all happiness and peace.
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.
Happiness is not a matter of intensity but of balance, order, rhythm and harmony.
Desire is a contract that you make with yourself to be unhappy until you get what you want.
All men's miseries derive from not being able to sit in a quiet room alone.
Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse.