Looking back, you realize that everything would have explained itself if you had only stopped interrupting.

The wedding is where two people become one. The marriage is where they decide which one.

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.

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

In the end the reason for anything is inseparable from the reason for everything.

Despite the goings-on in Congress, I don't believe the USA is bordering on madness. I believe Mexico and Canada are.

One of life's regrets is that you didn't always tell the truth, and now it's too late, because the truth has changed.