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

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

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

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

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?

How much more comfortable it is to say 'Yes, and...' than 'Yes, but...'.

For some of us life is so fantastic we can't stand it.