Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

What is the fire in our belly but the eternal flame of a thousand ancestors.

Be the master of your fate, be the captain of your soul, but do not hesitate, should the chance befall you, to be the slave of your heart.

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?

I am not your dog, but if every time you saw me, you gave me a backrub, I would run to greet you, too.

Learning is a lifetime process, but there comes a time when we must stop adding and start updating.

I refuse to be burdened by vague worries. If something wants to worry me, it will have to make itself clear.