We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.
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.
Before I can accept someone's help, I must accept their presence.
How much more comfortable it is to say 'Yes, and...' than 'Yes, but...'.
Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.
The man who says that he does not deserve his wife is probably right, but not for the reasons he thinks.