I'd far rather be happy than right any day.

This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn't the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy.

A doctor, a logician and a marine biologist had also just arrived, flown in at phenomenal expense from Maximegalon to try to reason with the lead singer who had locked himself in the bathroom with a bottle of pills and was refusing to come out till it could be proved conclusively to him that he wasn't a fish. The bass player was busy machine-gunning his bedroom and the drummer was nowhere on board.

Frantic inquiries led to the discovery that he was standing on a beach on Santraginus V over a hundred light years away where, he claimed, he had been happy for over half an hour now and had found a small stone that would be his friend.

I always had an admiration for people who stand up for what they believe in, even if it's against all odds. Those are the type of people this world needs. Not because they want to start a fight, but because they are willing to fight for what's right, and there's not enough rightness in our world anymore.

Happiness grows at our own firesides, and is not to be picked in strangers' gardens.

To buy happiness is to sell soul.