Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.
Worries go down better with soup than without.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
What makes the engine go? Desire, desire, desire.
To err is human, but to really foul things up requires a computer.
I think people want their illusions and writers are mostly illusion. When you read their words, you read a flattened, incomplete version of the writer.
Feeling grateful to or appreciative of someone or something in your life actually attracts more of the things that you appreciate and value into your life.