Everything happens for the purpose of what you decide to do about it.

Some day man will travel at the speed of light, of small interest to those of us still trying to catch up to the speed of time.

I have fancied myself a rebel, but at every critical moment of my life, I have been exactly the child my parents raised.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

Sometimes love needs a rest from caring, and so bears for an intolerable few hours the guilt of not caring.

The verdict is still out on my life, the judge having not yet instructed the jury, both of whom are me.

Inner beauty, too, needs occasionally to be told it is beautiful.