Always carry with you a little reasonable doubt, should you meet someone who needs to be found innocent.

It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.

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.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

We all have our limitations, but when we listen to our critics, we also have theirs.

My quest for cosmic understanding is a book I have picked up and put down many times, always forgetting to insert a bookmark.

What good is love if you never ask anything of it?