We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

As you seek new opportunity, keep in mind that the sun does not usually reappear on the horizon where last seen.

I complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.

Ah, the things we would do if we could — especially in the secure knowledge that we can't.

What are memories but dreams of a better past.

Often it's just a short swim from the shipwreck of your life to the island paradise of your dreams, assuming you don't drown in the metaphor.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single happy delusion that it can be done without a stop-over.