There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

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

It helps if you don't see it as traffic but rather as thousands of individuals resolved to press on another day.

If we would listen to our kids, we'd discover that they are largely self-explanatory.

Without faith there is no truth, for that is all the truth is or ever was.

Art is an attempt to understand, yielding pleasure in the attempt whether or not we understand.

What to do with your one life? The same thing you would do if you had two lives, and this were the second.