You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly is there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?