There must be a happy medium somewhere between being totally informed and blissfully unaware.

Real elation is when you feel you could touch a star without standing on tiptoe.

The reason people blame things on the previous generation is that there's only one other choice.

Sometimes opportunity knocks, but most of the time it sneaks up and then quietly steals away.

The world is full of people looking for spectacular happiness while they snub contentment.

For every little kid who still believes in Santa Claus, there is at least one adult who still believes in professional wrestling.

In debating the respective merits of dogs and cats, not having to walk a cat when it's 20 below zero deserves consideration.