For some of us life is so fantastic we can't stand it.

Years ago I heard the Indian Jesuit Raimundo Panikkar say: Expect Nothing.

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

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

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

Everything I do or say will be forgotten in a few short years. Yet how amazing and wonderful it is that somehow I still care, just simply care about whatever I do, and will probably do so until my dying moment.

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