I am not certain of the hereafter. Frankly, I'm not all that certain of the here.

The artist uses the talent he has, wishing he had more talent. The talent uses the artist it has, wishing it had more artist.

Road rage is the expression of the amateur sociopath in all of us, cured by running into a professional.

For lack of an occasional expression of love, a relationship strong at the seams can wear thin in the middle.

It is not only possible to be the person you pretend to be, but there is less effort involved.

You spend 90% of your adult life hoping for a long rest and the last 10% trying to convince the Lord that you're actually not that tired.

It's not that perfection cannot be achieved. It's that it's so hard to stop there.