Our attitudes are the crayons that color our world.

Now, a recent study from cardiologists at the University of Maryland, has shown that laughter may have a beneficial effect on the heart.

Though snails are exceedingly slow, There is one thing I'd like to know. If I out run 'em round the yard, How come they beat me to the chard?

A little perspective, like a little humor, goes a long way.

Humor can help you cope with the unbearable so that you can stay on the bright side of things until the bright side actually comes along.

There are no language barriers when you are smiling.

I contend that not only can you laugh at adversity, but it is essential to do so if you are to deal with setbacks without defeat.

Laughing is also good for your respiratory system.

In every job, relationship, or life situation there is inevitably some turbulence. Learn to laugh at it. It is part of what you do and who you are.

Humor can alter any situation and help us cope at the very instant we are laughing.

Humor does not diminish the pain - it makes the space around it get bigger.

Of course I contradict myself. Why else would I hold things in and put the fire out?

If we have faith, then we can see the beauty around us. If we don’t then we are just blind followers, not knowing why we are on the path.

Keep your body grounded on earth, but keep your consciousness high above the clouds

There are other things to a woman than taking her to bed.

An undaunted author, is the one who will succeed. There is no misfortune, that can dim their optimism.

The smell of cars' smokeas I wade through trafficovershadows the freshfragrance of Mother Earthdrenched in rain. There canbe no greater testimony to man's progress

As if one killed by calculation! A person kills only from an impulse that springs from his blood and sinews, from the vestiges of ancient struggles, from the need to live and the joy of being strong.

The only good thing ever to come out of religion was the music.

[My father] was not a musical man.

What will they say about my poetry who never touched my blood?