Why does watching a dog be a dog fill one with happiness?

I don't think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.

You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.

Feathers filled the small room. Our laughter kept the feathers in the air. I thought about birds. Could they fly if there wasn't someone, somewhere, laughing?

I think and think and think, I‘ve thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

Every factory-farmed animal is, as a practice, treated in ways that would be illegal if it were a dog or a cat.