My success is that I was able to forget with the greatest pleasure all those things that were obstacles in my life.

It is intoxicating joy for the sufferer to look away from his suffering and to forget himself.

...how easy it was to stay alive now that he didn't care about being alive anymore. (p39)

"Oh, what fun it would be", he thought, "if one didn't have to think about happiness."

joy's a subtle elf, I think man's happiest when he forgets himself.

"What fun it would be," he thought, "if one didn't have to think about happiness!"

The happiest life is to be without thought

By dreaming of his company, I could forget my worries and pain.

He had the open, cheerful, rather self-satisfied countenance of someone upon whom life had made very few demands.

Happy is the man who has broken the chains which hurt the mind, and has given up worrying once and for all.

That happy age when a man can be idle with impunity.

It's like a rule of life that yer automatically happier when you don't gotta worry about something.

He didn't have a worry in the world back then. He was in paradise and didn't know it.

For in order to avoid having to deal with relative values, he had long since come to deny all purpose to the phenomenon of existence — it was more expedient and comforting.