1 A new species would bless me as its creator and source; many happy and excellent natures would owe their being to me.
2 Very well, and very happy, only a little uneasy that they hear from you so seldom.
3 You will find a happy, cheerful home and friends who love you dearly.
4 My trifling occupations take up my time and amuse me, and I am rewarded for any exertions by seeing none but happy, kind faces around me.
5 When happy, inanimate nature had the power of bestowing on me the most delightful sensations.
6 We returned to our college on a Sunday afternoon: the peasants were dancing, and every one we met appeared gay and happy.
7 She was no longer that happy creature who in earlier youth wandered with me on the banks of the lake and talked with ecstasy of our future prospects.
8 For the first time, also, I felt what the duties of a creator towards his creature were, and that I ought to render him happy before I complained of his wickedness.
9 Here, then, I retreated and lay down happy to have found a shelter, however miserable, from the inclemency of the season, and still more from the barbarity of man.
10 Felix seemed peculiarly happy and with smiles of delight welcomed his Arabian.
11 Safie was always gay and happy; she and I improved rapidly in the knowledge of language, so that in two months I began to comprehend most of the words uttered by my protectors.
12 They did not appear rich, but they were contented and happy; their feelings were serene and peaceful, while mine became every day more tumultuous.
13 Half surprised by the novelty of these sensations, I allowed myself to be borne away by them, and forgetting my solitude and deformity, dared to be happy.
14 Our lives will not be happy, but they will be harmless and free from the misery I now feel.
15 I am happy to remark, my dear son, that you have resumed your former pleasures and seem to be returning to yourself.