It's very hard for adults to maintain respect and romance so that a love affair can be sustained over years.

I love wisdom. And you can never be great at anything unless you love it. Not be in love with it, but love the thing, admire the thing. And it seems that if you love the thing, and you don't just want to possess it, it will find you.

If I am not good to myself, how can I expect anyone else to be good to me?

Nothing hurts more than realizing they meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to them.

A bizarre sensation pervades a relationship of pretense. No truth seems true. A simple morning's greeting and response appear loaded with innuendo and fraught with implications. Each nicety becomes more sterile and each withdrawal more permanent.

Most people don't grow up. Most people age. They find parking spaces, honor their credit cards, get married, have children, and call that maturity. What that is, is aging.

Raising kids is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.