Spring, summer, and fall fill us with hope; winter alone reminds us of the human condition.
Men feel that women somehow drag them down, and women feel that way about men. It's possible that both are right.
Despair is anger with no place to go.
The young do not need God, and the old cannot find Him.
With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.
Your best work always seems to have been done by someone else.