It has made me better loving you... it has made me wiser, and easier, and brighter. I used to want a great many things before, and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically, I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation; I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger, of desire. Now I really am satisfied, because I can't think of anything better. It's just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight, and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life, and finding nothing to reward me for my pains; but now that I can read it properly I see that it's a delightful story.

There is a deeper satisfaction if you earn from your own work than relying on corruptible ways of amassing riches.

He is well paid, that is well satisfied.

He is rich that is satisfied.

Some people have food, but no appetite; others have an appetite, but no food. I have both. The Lord be praised.

To live content with small means; to seek elegance rather than luxury, and refinement rather than fashion; to be worthy, not respectable, and wealthy, not rich; to listen to stars and birds, babes and sages, with open heart; to study hard; to think quietly, act frankly, talk gently, await occasions, hurry never; in a word, to let the spiritual, unbidden and unconscious grow up through the common - this is my symphony.

God was satisfied with his own work, and that is fatal.

Whoever is capable of knowing when they have had enough will always be satisfied.

Odd, the years it took to learn one simple fact: that the prize just ahead, the next job, publication, love affair, marriage, always seemed to hold the key to satisfaction but never, in the longer run, sufficed.

There are some days when I think I'm going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

Life is a hospital where every patient is dominated by a wish to change his bed. One would prefer to suffer near the fire, and another feels sure he would get well if he were near the window.

In the world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.

The journey, not the arrival, matters; the voyage, not the landing.

He is well paid that is well satisfied.

When we reside in an attic we enjoy a supper of fried fish and stout. When we occupy the first floor it takes an elaborate dinner at the Continental to give us the same amount of satisfaction.

The sovereign source of melancholy is repletion. Need and struggle are what excite and inspire us; our hour of triumph is what brings the void.

So whatever else has happened, I am figgerin this: I can always look back an say, at least I ain't led no hum-drum life.

From the satisfaction of desire there may arise, accompanying joy and as it were sheltering behind it, something not unlike despair.

If we are suffering illness, poverty, or misfortune, we think we shall be satisfied on the day it ceases. But there, too, we know it is false; as soon as one has got used to not suffering one wants something else.

We can never have enough of that which we do not want.