The happiest women, like the happiest nations, have no history.—George Eliot.
The way to bliss lies not on beds of down.—Quarles.
The use we make of happiness gives us an eternal sentiment of satisfaction or repentance.—Rousseau.
Happiness is where we find it, but rarely where we seek it.—J. Petit Senn.
In regard to the affairs of mortals, there is nothing happy throughout.—Euripides.
Hardship.—The beginning of hardship is like the first taste of bitter food,—it seems for a moment unbearable; yet, if there is nothing else to satisfy our hunger, we take another bite and find it possible to go on.—George Eliot.
Haste.—Let your haste commend your duty.—Shakespeare.
The more haste ever the worst speed.—Churchill.
Hurry and cunning are the two apprentices of dispatch and skill; but neither of them ever learn their master's trade.—Colton.