There are two ways of approaching your time on this planet: one is to sit around waiting for something to happen that will make sense of your existence, and the other is to get out there and find purpose for yourself.

Like cars, every relationship requires a bit of an occasional service, and fine-tuning should be compulsory.

As a species, we tend to be doers, forever shaping and reshaping the world to better suit our purposes.

When the going gets tough, the prospect of delegating half your responsibilities to a willing volunteer, either to play a supporting role or take over the breadwinning, certainly holds allure.

Only those with skin as thick as elephant hide can hope to sail through their teens unscathed by self-doubt and bouts of depression.

It's so much easier to count our disadvantages than tot up the mitigating circumstances that generally outweigh the despair.

Too often we forget that an ideal partner is someone who enhances an already full existence.