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.

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

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

I'm afraid my glass is no longer half full because I drank most of it.

Until we can sense a sacred quality in time we will not begin to have a fuller understanding of it.

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