You've got to S-M-I-L-E
To be H-A-Double-P-Y

I remembered reading somewhere that if you smile at something, it automatically makes you happier.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus when I was six. Mother took me to see him in a department store and he asked for my autograph.

Our whole way of life today is dedicated to the removal of risk. Cradle to grave we are supported, insulated, and isolated from the risks of life - and if we fail, our government stands ready with Bandaids of every size.

Good luck needs no explanation.

When I asked my mother why crowds shouted my name and said 'We love you,' she would dust it off by saying, 'Your work makes them happy.' She never let it go to my head.