So what is happiness? How do we know it? Why does it seem elusive? How do we hold onto it, assuming we snag it? Is it by its very nature fleeting and inconstant, or can some kind of steady state be achieved? Today, the always-giving Muse Machine kicks off a series of usually but not always succinct statements of happiness drawn from both the famed and the not-so. Enjoy, and feel free to submit your own take for republication here.
TAKE ONE from George Sand, novelist (1804-1876)
One is happy as a result of one’s own efforts once one knows the necessary ingredients of happiness: simple tastes, a certain degree of courage, self denial to a point, love of work, and above all, a clear conscience.