It is the first purpose of hope to make hopelessness bearable.

Perhaps I have lived my life to excess, but know what — if I had it to do over again, I would overdo it again.

An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.

One of life's regrets is that you didn't always tell the truth, and now it's too late, because the truth has changed.

Now and then it's good to list all the things you regularly do for which there was once a good reason.

I enjoy many silent moments with my cat, a conversation always resumed exactly where left off.

Eventually you realize that your whole life up to now has been preparation, and you begin to suspect that the rest might be preparation, too.