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

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.

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

Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.

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