Love, the magician, knows this little trick whereby two people walk in different directions yet always remain side by side.

When I get to where I can enjoy just lying on the rug picking up lint balls, I will no longer be too ambitious.

My prayer is: I will be what I will be, I will do what I will do.

'Fault' means failure to meet a standard. Whose? Mine.

I'd rather be happy than right.

Moods should be heard but never danced to.

A messy mortal is my friend. Come walk with me in the mud.