Perfect moments don't turn into half-hours.

We often call a certainty a hope, to bring it luck.

To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

Happiness is the moment when you cease to make an inventory of joys; it is a glow, a brightness - never a list.

To some people the impossible is impossible.

Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?