Men of great ambition have sought happiness . . . and have found fame.

I really didn't consider myself happy or unhappy.

Men of profound sadness betray themselves when they are happy: they have a way of embracing happiness as if they wanted to crush and suffocate it, from jealousy: alas, they know only too well that it will flee.

Oh great star! What would your happiness be if you did not have us to shine for?

As long as we require someone else to make us happy, we are slaves.

I know if I am energized at work, happy at work, feeling like I'm adding value, part of a team, whatever energizes you, that makes me better at home. It makes me a better husband, a better father. Likewise, if I'm happy at home, it makes me a better employee, a better boss.