Oscar Wilde said,
With freedom, books, flowers and the moon, who could not be happy?
George Burns, on the other hand, thought that happiness was
~having a large, caring, close-knit family in another city.”
Samuel Taylor Coleridge didn’t expect much – he theorized that happiness in life was made up of the little charities, a kiss or a smile, a kind look, a heartfelt compliment.
Whereas Aristotle agreed with Adams that: Happiness depends on ourselves.
The final word on happiness should go to Groucho Marx, who grasped the concept and the gift of living in the present moment.
I have just one day, today and I shall be happy in it.