I value the friend who for me finds time on his calendar, but I cherish the friend who for me does not consult his calendar.

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

There is in art the notion of less is more, which is to say, you don't torture a painting that has already confessed.

The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.

People are resilient. After all, every person born has recovered from nine months on life support.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

Most people would rather defend to the death your right to say it than listen to it.