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.

Those who divorce aren't necessarily the most unhappy, just those neatly able to believe their misery is caused by one other person.

We read the weird tales in newspapers to crowd out the even weirder stuff inside us.

As we write, so we build: to keep a record of what matters to us.

It's clear to me that there is no good reason for many philosophy books to sound as complicated as they do.

We study biology, physics, movements of glaciers... Where are the classes on envy, feeling wronged, despair, bitterness.

The best cure for one's bad tendencies is to see them in action in another person.