When you find the right people, you never let go. The people who count are the ones who are your friends in lean times. You have all the friends you want when things are going well.

...and I wonder if there is any way to adequately describe the folly that causes us to undo all the great gifts of both Earth and Heaven.

The real gladiators of the world are so humble in their origins and unremarkable in appearance that when we stand next to them in a grocery-store line, we never guess how brightly their souls can burn in the dark.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

Don't let anyone tell you that age purchases your freedom from fear of death.

Why do I always feel like you're trying to staple my umbilical cord to the corner of your desk?

Neither our own passing nor the passing of an era is a tragedy, no matter how much we would like to think it is.