At my age, you not only have bittersweet memories, you make bittersweet plans.

We find things where we look for them, which is why I never look for a golf ball out of bounds.

We have a choice every day — to act on yesterday's good intentions or get an early start on tomorrow's regrets.

As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.

You can bear your troubles or shrug them off. They're your shoulders.

There are secrets I will take to the grave and others I'd feel safer having cremated.

Anything we tell our kids about life is a placemarker until they figure it out for themselves.