No society can surely be flourishing and happy, of which the far greater part of the members are poor and miserable.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
Those who weep for the happy periods which they encounter in history acknowledge what they want; not the alleviation but the silencing of misery.
The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.
I was born poor and without religion, under a happy sky, feeling harmony, not hostility, in nature. I began not by feeling torn, but in plenitude.