

I seemed to myself - no doubt justly - a miserable specimen. Like others who had a Puritan education, I had the habit of meditating on my sins, follies, and shortcomings. But very largely it is due to a diminishing preoccupation with myself.

Partly it is due to having successfully dismissed certain objects of desire - such as the acquisition of indubitable knowledge about something or other - as essentially unattainable. This is due partly to having discovered what were the things that I most desired, and having gradually acquired many of these things. Now, on the contrary, I enjoy life I might almost say that with every year that passes I enjoy it more.

The Conquest of Happiness (1930) is a book by Bertrand Russell, in which he attempts to diagnose the myriad causes of unhappiness in modern life and chart a path out of the seemingly inescapable malaise so prevalent even in safe and prosperous Western societies.
