Looking back on a happy life, one realizes that one was not happy all the time.

As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.

Among the things that you, and you alone, are the absolute and final judge of is whether or not you are a success.

Whatever you put aside to seek happiness, remember where you put it.

Love is given to us as a time, but to keep it always, we must make it a place.

The thing about family disasters is that you never have to wait long before the next one puts the previous one into perspective.

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.