Man does not strive for happiness; only the Englishman does that.

Happiness: being able to forget or, to express in a more learned fashion.

I should account as the foremost musician one who knew only the sadness of the most profound happiness, and no other sadness at all.

O sky above me, you modest, glowing sky! O you, my happiness before sunrise! Day is coming: so let us part!

The advantage of a bad memory is that one enjoys several times the same good things for the first time.

The formula for my happiness: a Yes, a No, a straight line, a goal.