Happiness may well consist primarily of an attitude toward time.

The reason so many promises are not kept is the same as the reason they are made in the first place.

Those who labor for bread or money alone are condemned to their reward.

Psychologically time is seldom homogenous but rather is as full of shapes as space.

We commonly think of freedom as the ability to define alternatives and choose between them. The creative mind exceeds this liberty in being able to redefine itself and reality at large, generating whole new sets of alternatives.

We are wistful about the golden days of the past and dream of a distant future unclouded by necessity. But I suspect that if our inner souls were asked what in life they really missed, the answer would be primal danger and stress.

Individuals we consider happy commonly seem complete in the present and we see them constantly in their wholeness: attentive, cheerful, open rather than closed to events, integral in the moment rather than distended across time by regret or anxiety.