Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.
How much more comfortable it is to say 'Yes, and...' than 'Yes, but...'.
For some of us life is so fantastic we can't stand it.
On the whole I feel that life has treated me rather well, but I sometimes wonder how well have I treated life.
How unfortunate it is to be constrained by what people might say at our funeral or on our gravestone.
How frustrating it is to be out-argued by someone you know is dead wrong but is more eloquent.