New York's the lonesomest place in the world if you don't know anybody.

What are friends for, if not to help bear our sins?

New York's the lonesomest place in the world if you don't know anybody.

Children aren't everything. There are other things in the world, though I admit some people don't seem to suspect it.

I feel like the oldest person in the world with the longest stretch of life before me.

Have you ever stopped to think how much unhappiness and downright cruelty are laid to the loving kindness of the Lord? And always by His most ardent followers, it seems.

Everything can't be explained by some general biological phrase.