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.

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

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 unfortunate it is to be constrained by what people might say at our funeral or on our gravestone.

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

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