Sometimes, in a moral struggle, we discover the right thing to do - just as, on some cold day long ago, we discovered mittens pinned to our coat sleeve.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with.

Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.

Most people would rather defend to the death your right to say it than listen to it.

Life is a series of tasks that you absolutely must get done before they don't matter any more.

No man is so idle that he cannot rouse himself just enough to get in the way of a busy person.