In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.

There are truths of which I have an inkling, but of most I have only a pencilling

There is always a perfectly good excuse, always a reason not to. The hardest freedom to win is the freedom from one's excuses.

There is no expert on what happiness is but many on what it might have been.

As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.

There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain.

That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.