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

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.

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

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

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

Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

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?