Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot.

Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.

You can't enjoy art or books in a hurry.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

There are some things you can't learn at any university, except for one, the University of Life... the only college where everyone is a permanent student.

... it's a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

Abortion should be listed as a weapon of mass destruction against the voiceless.