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

There is a logical explanation for everything, often mistaken for the reason it happened.

Love is given to us as a time, but to keep it always, we must make it a place.

Yes, to be a good parent, you have to sacrifice, but this is not a requirement of parenting, it is a requirement of being good at something.

Though confined to our destiny, we do get to pick the color scheme.

In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it."

Among the things that you, and you alone, are the absolute and final judge of is whether or not you are a success.