Did you ever notice that the first piece of luggage on the carousel never belongs to anyone?

Adults are always telling young people, 'These are the best years of your life.' Are they? I don't know. Sometimes when adults say this to children I look into their faces. They look like someone on the top seat of the Ferris wheel who has had too much cotton candy and barbecue. They'd like to get off and be sick but everyone keeps telling them what a good time they're having.

The more I think about it, the more there is to be said for the sloth. He sleeps fifteen to eighteen hours a day and is known to have taken forty-eight days to travel four miles. He hangs in the trees after he's dead. But he lives longer than the cheetah.

How come anything you buy will go on sale next week?

Some say our national pastime is baseball. Not me. It's gossip.

There is so much to teach, and the time goes so fast.

. . . but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute - look at it and really see it - live it - and never give it back.