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

It is said that in life we must play with the cards we are dealt, but too often I have kept those cards too close to my chest.

I think that an act of love is immortal; once tendered, it can never really be taken back.

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.

Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

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

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