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.

I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.

Dare to be imperfect and one day there will tug at your sleeve a soulmate.

We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.

Through sources, we have obtained the following alien assessment of the human species: The male wants to be valued for what he pretends to be. The female wants to be overvalued for what she truly is.

The easiest way to meet people is to just look like someone who is willing to listen.

We have a choice every day — to act on yesterday's good intentions or get an early start on tomorrow's regrets.