On the whole I feel that life has treated me rather well, but I sometimes wonder how well have I treated life.
I see a good marriage as being like two tall trees growing beside each other, each nourishing the grace of the other.
How much more comfortable it is to say 'Yes, and...' than 'Yes, but...'.
We all have the right to be wrong and be loved just the same.
I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.
How frustrating it is to be out-argued by someone you know is dead wrong but is more eloquent.