To be obliged to beg our daily happiness from others bespeaks a more lamentable poverty than that of him who begs his daily bread.
There is this difference between happiness and wisdom: he that thinks himself the happiest man, really is so; but he that thinks himself the wisest, is generally the greatest fool.
I'm interested in the dark side of man. I'm interested in taboos, and murder is the greatest taboo. Characters are fascinating in their extremity, not in their happiness.
People take different roads seeking fulfillment and happiness. Just because they're not on your road doesn't mean they've gotten lost.
If you ever find happiness by hunting for it, you will find it, as the old woman did her lost spectacles, safe on her own nose all the time.
I'm trying to broaden the scope of positive psychology well beyond the smiley face. Happiness is just one-fifth of what human beings choose to do.
When 'happiness' eludes us - as, eventually, it always will - we have the invitation to examine our programmed responses and to exercise our power to choose again.
What we call happiness in the strictest sense comes from the (preferably sudden) satisfaction of needs which have been dammed up to a high degree.
When I began writing that I was able and did travel and met some fascinating people and also uncovered some history, which has not been discovered before.
Global Warming: It is a hoax. It is bad science. It is high-jacking public policy. It is the greatest scam in history.
We're uncomfortable about considering history as a science. It's classified as a social science, which is considered not quite scientific.
There was part of me that wanted to see the world and travel to distant places, but I could only do it in my imagination, so I read ferociously and imagined things.
I don't need a friend who changes when I change and who nods when I nod; my shadow does that much better.
No matter what else is going on, Christmas is my all-time favorite period in the year. It has a positive effect on me like very little else does, seasonally, that is.
As I get older and I get a few more years experience I become more like Dad, you know, King Lear.
The symbolic language of the crucifixion is the death of the old paradigm; resurrection is a leap into a whole new way of thinking.
What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.
Whenever I prepare for a journey I prepare as though for death. Should I never return, all is in order.
Doing linear scans over an associative array is like trying to club someone to death with a loaded Uzi.
If physical death is the price that I must pay to free my white brothers and sisters from a permanent death of the spirit, then nothing can be more redemptive.
The death of my own son has made me more sensitive. It's made me more compassionate.
