If God had intended us to be alone, there would be more pleasure in massaging our own shoulders.

If I had it to do again, I'd ask more questions and interrupt fewer answers.

Often what we take for a kindness is just someone acting in their capacity as a human being.

So I said to myself, "There but for the grace of God go I," only to realize I was looking in a mirror and had seriously overestimated the grace of God.

You can think of a painter as a trio - the artist, his talent and his muse, the last two always on the lookout for a new brush man.

It finally happened. I got the GPS lady so confused, she said, "In one-quarter mile, make a legal stop and ask directions.

A blogger is constantly looking over his shoulder, for fear that he is not being followed.