Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

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

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.

We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.

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

Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.

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