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

If you allow people to treat you like a doormat, they will expect you to say WELCOME.

So I said to myself, "There but for the grace of God go I," only to realize I was looking in a mirror and had seriously overestimated the grace of God.

I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life.

To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.

Eventually you realize that your whole life up to now has been preparation, and you begin to suspect that the rest might be preparation, too.

There's nothing like self-improvement to get your friends to like you for who you were.