Your children tell you casually years later what it would have killed you with worry to know at the time.

We are all such a waste of our potential, like three-way lamps using one-way bulbs.

Be glad that you're greedy; the national economy would collapse if you weren't.

Comfort, or revelation: God owes us one of these, but surely not both.

A love that lasts for twenty years may be better than love, but it isn't love.

No one ever loved anyone the way that person wanted to be loved.

I tell you this, and I tell you plain: What you have done, you will do again; You will bite your tongue, careful or not, Upon the already-bitten spot.