Where was it ever promised us that life on this earth can ever be easy, free from conflict and uncertainty, devoid of anguish and wonder and pain? Those who seek the folly of unrelieved 'happiness'-who fear moods, who shun solitude, who do not know the diginity of occasional depression-can find bliss easily enough: in tranquilizing pills, or in senility. The purpose of life is not to be happy.

Satire is focused bitterness.

The purpose of life is to matter, to be productive, to have it make a difference that you lived at all-using the talents that God has given you for the betterment of others.

The hardest part of growing up is learning how to wait

Everyone, in some small sacred sanctuary of the self, is nuts.

Money can't buy happiness, but neither can poverty.

We see things as we are, not as they are.