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.

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.

I've been thinking about disowning some of my genes lately. I have a few healthy, happy, long-living optimists in my family tree - most of them fans of Christian Science founder Mary Baker Eddy, a major champion of positive thinking. But I've got plenty of ancestors who played out more tortured hands.

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.

Conventional wisdom tells us we'll only be happier after a divorce if the marriage itself was a war zone.

My own habit had always been to write about the things that ticked me off in a given day. If I kept a journal at all, I kept it to vent.