Seeking happiness, I passed many travelers headed in the opposite direction, seeking happiness.

There is a purpose to our lives that each day tugs at our sleeve as an annoying distraction.

Nothing in life means anything unless someone cares, and the whole trick is to keep being that someone.

Mom - the person most likely to write an autobiography and never mention herself.

All is illusion, although as long as there's an illusion that the kids need to be fed, all might as well be reality.

There is no effect more disproportionate to its cause than the happiness bestowed by a small compliment.

It is hard to resist a flatterer who gets it right.