Happiness is deceitful as the calm that precedes the hurricane, smooth as the water on the verge of the cataract, and beautiful as the rainbow, that smiling daughter of the storm.
Happiness, that grand mistress of ceremonies in the dance of life, impels us through all its mazes and meanderings, but leads none of us by the same route.
Happiness, when unsought, is often found, and when unexpected, often obtained; while those who seek her the most diligently fail the most, because they seek her where she is not.
The Stoic thought by slandering Happiness to woo her; by shunning to win her; and proudly presumed that, by fleeing her, she would turn and follow him.
There is no greater proof of human weakness than that which betrays itself in the boast of fortune and ancestry; these cannot ennoble us, but our conduct in life may ennoble or degrade them.