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?

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

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.

I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.

Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.

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