In all of my looking at happiness, one thing I noticed right away is that the opposite of happiness isn't unhappiness or even depression, it's anxiety. It is something that can constantly block our happiness, or our chance to reach that sort of meditative state in our work or our home lives.

Settling other people's land is an American tradition.

With each beat, the heart pumps nearly three ounces of blood into the arteries--seventy-five to ninety gallons an hour when the body is at rest.

I don't know if my mother was a narcissist - or bi-polar or borderline. Those were words she tossed around over the years.

I think there are different kinds of happiness. We know when we're happy a lot of the time, but then there are those moments that have more of an afterglow, when the happiness has more depth.

Looking for the perfect day is not going to make us happy, because that day isn't going to come.

New Agers have always told us that we create our own realities. Mind over matter.