There is always a perfectly good excuse, always a reason not to. The hardest freedom to win is the freedom from one's excuses.

I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.

I believe in a real, physical world. I figure if the world existed only in my mind, it would pay more attention to me.

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.

Overheard in a Washington D.C. church confessional: "Bless me Father, for sins have been committed."

The most fundamental winning formula is to bet on human decency and be patient.

There are times when you seek your solitude, and your solitude just wants to be left alone.