Happiness is realizing that nothing is too important.
The unproductive tillage of human cattle takes that which of right belongs to free labor, and which is necessary for the support and happiness of our own race.
When the honour is given to that scientist personally the happiness is sweet indeed. Science is, on the whole, an informal activity, a life of shirt sleeves and coffee served in beakers.
No period of my life has been one of such unmixed happiness as the four years which have been spent within college walls.
Although Freud said happiness is composed of love and work, reality often forces us to choose love or work.