A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single happy delusion that it can be done without a stop-over.

When I am gone, my love, do not look for me in the places we used to go to together. Look for me in the places we always planned to go to together.

No matter what you do in life, a part of you still sits at a curbside, still hearing the drumbeat of a distant parade, still waiting for it to turn the corner.

Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.

The greatest gift we give to someone who loves us is simply to be happy.

We find things where we look for them.

I don't think most people want to be unhappy. It's just something they've gotten good at.