Never use the passing years as an excuse for old age.

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

A toast once heard: "To my big sister, who never found her second Easter egg until I'd found my first."

There is no such thing as a list of reasons. There is either one sufficient reason or a list of excuses.

What is a mom but the sunshine of our days and the north star of our nights.

In the end, no thought is unthinkable, no problem unshrinkable, no two strangers unlinkable.

If you don't watch out, putting on your unhappiness in the morning can become as instinctive as putting on your clothes.