Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
I just think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness. If somebody walks in the room and they’re drop-dead gorgeous and sexy, it’s really fun to look at. But if someone is giving of their spirit and they make you laugh and feel good, that’s a whole other level of beauty.