Joys, which we do not know, we do not wish.
Hill, Aaron. Zara. A Tragedy. J. Watts, 1736, p. 17.
She knew that this was happiness, this was living as she had always wished to live.
There are men who are happy without knowing it.
We thought we had such problems. How were we to know we were happy?
And feel that I am happier than I know.
So she enjoyed herself heartily, and found, what isn't always the case, that her granted wish was all she had hoped.
Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get.
Happiness is the longing for repetition.
There is no end of craving. Hence contentment alone is the best way to happiness. Therefore, acquire contentment.
To be stupid, selfish, and have good health are three requirements for happiness, though if stupidity is lacking, all is lost.
Life everlasting in a state of happiness is the greatest desire of all men.
Happiness or satisfaction consists only in the enjoyment of those objects which are by nature suited to our several particular appetites, passions, and affections.
How to gain, how to keep, how to recover happiness is in fact for most men at all times the secret motive of all they do, and of all they are willing to endure.
Always leave something to wish for; otherwise you will be miserable from your very happiness.
Happiness lies in moments, and while you have it, you're not even aware; only afterwards do you know you were happy.
Joy is not the result of getting what you want; it is the way to get what you want. In the deepest sense, joy is what you want.
No one could be more happy than a man who has never known affliction.
I guess there's always a search for happiness.
I dream to be happy.
Let everyone know, I lived a very happy life.
It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.
It is sometimes easier to be happy if you don't know everything.
May summer last a hundred years.
I don't know why people who got what they need to be happy don't just go ahead and be happy.
The happiest moments we ever know are when we entirely forget ourselves.
The highest form of bliss is living with a certain degree of folly
Aaron Hill was an English dramatist and miscellany writer.
