So burrow in. Snuggle deep. A winter idyll of simple splendor awaits.

Self-loathing is the silent hemorrhaging of the soul. You don't feel or see the life force fleeing until it's not longer there, and then, of course, it's too late.

Gradually as you become curator of your own contentment, you will learn to embrace the gentle yearnings of your heart.

All we need is the awareness of how blessed we really are.

Today expect something good to happen to you no matter what occurred yesterday.

How many of us go through our days parched and empty, thirsting after happiness, when we're really standing knee-deep in the river of abundance?

Gail Sheehy tells us that "the delights of self-discovery are always available." All Fools' Day is the perfect day to engrave this wisdom in our hearts.