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

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.

On the whole I feel that life has treated me rather well, but I sometimes wonder how well have I treated life.

The man who says that he does not deserve his wife is probably right, but not for the reasons he thinks.

I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.

One of the small consolations of old age, if you are lucky, can be at least a partial recovery of innocence.