For some of us life is so fantastic we can't stand it.
Ideals are great as long as they don't get in the way of what we want to do.
How much more comfortable it is to say 'Yes, and...' than 'Yes, but...'.
Life is a process of continually reordering priorities.
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.