The day when a sportsman stops thinking above all else of the happiness in his own effort and the intoxication of the power and physical balance he derives from it, the day when he lets considerations of vanity or interest take over, on this day his ideal will die.

There is something in the pang of change More than the heart can bear, Unhappiness remembering happiness.

Pleasure only starts once the worm has got into the fruit, to become delightful happiness must be tainted with poison.

I think the secret to happiness is having a Teflon soul. Whatever comes your way, you either let it slide or you cook with it.

I am more and more convinced that our happiness or our unhappiness depends far more on the way we meet the events of life than on the nature of those events themselves.