"To me it seems that to give happiness is a far nobler goal that to attain it: and that what we exist for is much more a matter ofrelations to others than a matter of individual progress: much more a matter of helping others to heaven than of getting there ourselves."
"I kept as still as I could. Nothing happened. I did not expect anything to happen. I was something that lay under the sun and feltit, like the pumpkins, and I did not want to be anything more. I was entirely happy. Perhaps we feel like that when we die and become a part of something entire, whether it is sun and air, or goodness and knowledge. At any rate, that is happiness; to be dissolved into something complete and great. When it comes to one, it comes as naturally as sleep."
"...what a thing it is to lie there all day in the fine breeze, with the pine needles dropping on one, only to return to the hotelat night so hungry that the dinner, however homely, is a fete, and the menu finer reading than the best poetry in the world! Yet we are to leave all this for the glare and blaze of Nice and Monte Carlo; which is proof enough that one cannot become really acclimated to happiness."
"One cannot divine nor forecast the conditions that will make happiness; one only stumbles upon them by chance, in a lucky hour, atthe world's end somewhere, and hold fast to the days, as to fortune or fame."
"The bourgeoisie loves so-called "positive" types and novels with happy endings since they lull one into thinking that it is fine to simultaneously acquire capital and maintain one's innocence, to be a beast and still be happy."
"Conscious virtue is the only solid foundation of all happiness; for riches, power, rank, or whatever, in the common acceptation ofthe word, is supposed to constitute happiness, will never quiet, much less cure, the inward pangs of guilt."