To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.

Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

Everything I do or say will be forgotten in a few short years. Yet how amazing and wonderful it is that somehow I still care, just simply care about whatever I do, and will probably do so until my dying moment.

I see a good marriage as being like two tall trees growing beside each other, each nourishing the grace of the other.

We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.

If there were no nobodies, The somebodies would not have anybody, To convince that they were somebody, Except some other somebody, Who would not be convinced anyway.

I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.