A sprinkle of magic, a ton of fun, a heap of optimism, a lot of joy, a glimmer of hope – ’tis the gift of the Happy Rosy Day gratitude journal.

Tea- The sweetness of love, The fragrance of flowers, The comfort of a friend, The warmth of a hug-Such great delight gingerly poured from a single pink teapot.

World events are the work of individuals whose motives are often frivolous, even casual.

Our whole life is an attempt to discover when our spontaneity is whimsical, sentimental irresponsibility and when it is a valid expression of our deepest desires and values.

For Nature is love, and finds haunts for true love, Where nothing can hear or intrude; It hides from the eagle and joins with the dove, In beautiful green solitude.

I feel weird when I go to the movies and everybody's faces are perfect.

The Muse visits during the process of creation, not before.

If Republicans are going in the wrong direction, I am still willing to stand up against them.

Things just happen. What the hell.

The crack of the bat, the sound of baseballs thumping into gloves, the infield chatter are like birdsong to the baseball starved.

Self-interest, be it enlightened, works indirectly for the public good.