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

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.

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

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

How much more comfortable it is to say 'Yes, and...' than 'Yes, but...'.

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

To insist that I am not forgiven is a kind of inverse arrogance.