They come to me when they're happy or unhappy, or want something different.

You must be uncomfortable when those around you are unhappy; when you ease their discomfort, you are making them happy and making yourself happy, isn't it?

The happy have whole days,
and those they choose.
The unhappy have but hours,
and those they lose.

I look at what I have and think myself unhappy; others look at what I have and think me happy

When life is unhappy it is hard to endure, when it is happy it is terrible to think of it ending. Both amount to the same thing in the end.

Oh, the good times when we were so unhappy