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

Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.

How frustrating it is to be out-argued by someone you know is dead wrong but is more eloquent.

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.

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.

How often have I tried just hard enough so that I can then say to myself that I tried with the real purpose of assuaging my guilt about something I did not wish to succeed in the first place?

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