"... what is happiness?
Love, they tell me. but love doesn't bring and never has brought happiness. On the contrary, it's a constant state of anxiety, a battlefield; it's sleepless nights, asking ourselves all the time if we're doing the right thing. Real love is composed with ecstasy and agony.
All right then, peace. Peace? If we look at the Mother [nature], she's never at peace. The winter does battle with the summer, the sun and the moon never meet, the tiger chases the man, who's afraid of the dog who chases the cat, who chases the mouse, who frightens the man.
Money brings happiness happiness. Fine. In that case, everyone who earns enough to have a high standard of living would be able to stop work. But then they're more troubled than ever, as if they were afraid of losing everything. Money attracts money, that's true. Poverty might bring unhappiness, but money won't necessarily bring happiness ..."
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Paulo Coelho