The trouble with 'a place for everything and everything in its place' is that there's always more everything than places.

There are truths of which I have an inkling, but of most I have only a pencilling

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

God is not only all-knowing but all-not-telling.

We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.

We are known to our friends by a look in our eyes that we never see in a mirror.

Lend, by your imperfections, self-esteem to others, and you will be invited everywhere.