Happy are those who dwell apart from the harrowing tumults of public life!
I am very happy because I have loved the world and not myself.
Tell me what you feel in your room when the full moon is shining in upon you and your lamp is dying out, and I will tell you how old you are, and I shall know if you are happy.
Sob, heavy world Sob as you spin, Mantled in mist Remote from the happy.
Happy the people whose annals are vacant.
We cannot be contented because we are happy, and we cannot be happy because we are contented.
May these happy United States attain that complete splendour and prosperity which will illustrate the blessings of their government, and for ages to come rejoice the departed souls of their founders!
Happy is he who can trace effects to their causes.
I lived rough, by my wits, was homeless, lived on the streets, lived on friends’ floors, was happy, was miserable.
Socialists find me too far left; Trotskyites not far enough; ecologists say I am too happy eating foie gras, defending nuclear energy and GM plants; feminists find I am not enough of a woman; anarchists a petit-bourgeois who has sold out because I believe in universal suffrage.