Life does not agree with philosophy: There is no happiness that is not idleness, and only what is useless is pleasurable.
Even in Siberia there is happiness.
Three o'clock in the morning. The soft April night is looking at my windows and caressingly winking at me with its stars. I can't sleep, I am so happy.
Oh, dreams! In one night, lying with one's eyes shut, one may sometimes live through more than ten years of happiness.
Happiness does not await us all. One needn't be a prophet to say that there will be more grief and pain than serenity and money. That is why we must hang on to one another.
Silence accompanies the most significant expressions of happiness and unhappiness: those in love understand one another best when silent, while the most heated and impassioned speech at a graveside touches only outsiders, but seems cold and inconsequential to the widow and children of the deceased.