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.

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

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

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

I feel that the only true security I have is my capacity, however limited, to love.

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

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