I am covered with fine gold. You should be very happy indeed.

Ah! on what little things does happiness depend!

I am glad that you are going to Egypt at last, little Swallow. You have stayed too long here.

In the daytime I played with my companions in the garden, and in the evening I led the dance in the Great Hall.

Death is a great friend of the poor, for it takes them to the land of the angels.

It is strange how happy all the flowers look!

You have your sorrows, just as every one else has, and yet you are always happy.

All their life, they had been so happy and contented!

It is not always necessary that one should be happy.

The Happy Prince