So often the shortest distance to happiness is the length of an about-face.
What is reality but the dreamworld of a limited imagination.
O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.
Happiness is life served up with a scoop of acceptance, a topping of tolerance and sprinkles of hope, although chocolate sprinkles also work.
Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.
Take no revenge that you have not pondered beneath a starry sky, or on a canyon overlook, or to the lapping of waves and the mewing of a distant gull.