One of our major flaws, and causes of unhappiness, is that we find it hard to take note of appreciate and be grateful for what is always around us. We suffer because we lose sight of the value of what is before us and yearn, often unfairly, for the imagined attraction elsewhere.

Politics is so difficult, it's generally only people who aren't quite up to the task who feel convinced they are.

The difference between hope and despair is a different way of telling stories from the same facts.

The degree of sympathy we feel regarding another's fiasco is directly proportional to how easy or difficult it is for us to imagine ourselves, under like circumstances, making a similar mistake.

Only as we mature does affection begin to depend on achievement.

You normally have to be bashed about a bit by life to see the point of daffodils, sunsets and uneventful nice days.

The media insists on taking what someone didn't mean to say as being far closer to the truth than what they did.