Happiness is not a noun or a verb. It's a conjunction. Connective tissue.

We can't love a place or a person if we always have one foot out the door.

When you're stuck on something creatively, you can't solve a problem, you go to a coffee shop.

Reason cannot account for those moments in life that "bewilder the intellect yet utterly quiet the heart," as G.K. Chesterton observed.

I've always been a big believer in the power of place. I believe that where we are affects who we are when it comes to happiness, spirituality, economics and creative genius.

Haydn, Beethoven, Mozart, none of them were born in Vienna. They all moved there. It became a magnet, but what made it magnetized in the first place? There has to be a seed there. In the case of Vienna of about 1780, it was this deep-seated love of music.

Where we are is vital to who we are.