We realize we can't have everything, and so begins the mad dash to have everything else.

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

If you understand compound interest, you basically understand the universe.

At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.

It can be said of optimism that while sometimes mistaken, it is never sadly mistaken.

If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.

Am I keeping my promises?