Life never tires of testing the proposition that life must go on.

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

Looking back on our lives, we invariably find that the person we pretended to be is the person we became.

Perchance God will pity a race that sought the better angels of its nature and found only its lesser demons.

One of life's regrets is that you didn't always tell the truth, and now it's too late, because the truth has changed.

Love is a condition where the world seems to be standing still, and it's you who are spinning on your axis.

If we would listen to our kids, we'd discover that they are largely self-explanatory.