Now, when ordinary people attempt to find happiness, I am not sure whether the happiness is really happiness or not. I study what ordinary people do to find happiness, what they struggle for, rushing about apparently unable to stop.
We all look for happiness, but without knowing where to find it: like drunkards who look for their house, knowing dimly that they have one.
If our lives are dominated by a search for happiness, then perhaps few activities reveal as much about the dynamics of this quest - in all its ardour and paradoxes - than our travels.
One thing only has been lent to youth and age in common--discontent.
I want to live, I want to give, I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
No pleasure here on earth I find For in this world I'm bound to ramble.
The thirst after happiness is never extinguished in the heart of man.
It is a sad thing to want for happiness, but it is a terrible thing to see another groping about blindly for it, when it is almost within the grasp.
Nature is, in fact, a suggester of uneasiness, a promoter of pilgrimages and of excursions of the fancy which never come to any satisfactory haven.
