The death of someone we know always reminds us that we are still alive - perhaps for some purpose which we ought to re-examine.

With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.

Women are never landlocked: they're always mere minutes away from the briny deep of tears.

Neurotics make poor patriots; if you're ashamed of something as big as yourself, it's hard to be proud of something as small as your country.

We semaphore from ship to ship, but they're sinking, too.

We waste a lot of time running after people we could have caught by just standing still.

Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.