Every great painting is left incomplete at the point where its completion is obvious.

A holiday cocktail party is where some stranger will learn more about you in an hour than your spouse has learned in a lifetime.

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.

We lack resolve and blame fate, mistaking the drift for the tides.

One day you just say "To heck with it," and you go looking for trouble, and you find happiness.

Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.