When one door closes, another one opens, but sometimes we wait too long looking at the closed door, and never realize that another door has been opened.

Happiness is like the mountain summit. It is sometimes hidden by clouds, but we know it is there.

I wonder what becomes of lost opportunities? Perhaps our guardian angel gathers them up as we drop them, and will give them back to us in the beautiful sometime when we have grown wiser, and learned how to use them rightly.

We, the people, are not free. Our democracy is but a name. We vote? What does that mean? It means we choose between Tweedledee and Tweedledum. We elect expensive masters to do our work for us, and then blame them because they work for themselves and for their class.

Smell is a potent wizard that transports you across thousands of miles and all the years you have lived.

Christmas Day is the festival of optimism.

I prefer to stroll which has a buddy at nighttime, than by itself inside the light.