There's one post-Christmas chore I love-writing thank-you letters.... Lots of companies for many reasonable reasons, I guess, have a policy against sending even Christmas cards, never mind things, at Christmastime. But our clan gets a big kick out of opening the Warner-Lambert box containing an assortment of their wares; we argue over which of the boys is to get the Union Oil Co. necktie [and] all the holiday long we play the marvelous Christmas music sent by Goodyear.... None of these things means that Forbes or Forbeses have been had. But all of us like being thought of.

One of the ceaseless wonders of the world: The power of a smile.

Accepting blame when it's not really due sometimes makes the point better.

One's real worth is never a quantifiable thing.

To live your life in the fear of losing it is to lose the point of life.

When what we are is what we want to be, that's happiness.

Security isn't securities. It's knowing that someone cares whether you are or cease to be.