Small enough to fit  in your shirt pocket so you could take it out in a moment of distress to ingest a happy  maxim or just stare a while at its orange and yellow cover (so cheerful in itself you need go no further), this little booklet ...

Joy. Song. Equanimity. Walking. Memory. “Joy is an act of defiance,’ said the Khan. ‘With joy, we win, even if we lose. To have lived well is a victory all its own, for we all die. Death is unimportant to the laughing warrior. A poet makes...

It is possible, I suppose that sometime/ we will learn everything/ there is to learn: what the world is, for example,/ and what it means. I think this as I am crossing/ from one field to another, in summer, and the/ mockingbird is mocking me, as one ...

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,/ So long lives this, and this gives life to thee. Shakespeare Love, like summer, is rest, stillness, and slowing down. Love, like summer, is rejuvenation, quiet, and growth. Love, like summer, breath, b...