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.

Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

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

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.

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.

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