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

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

It’s my luck that every time I feel I completely comprehend God’s plan, I don’t have a pencil with me.

Present yourself always As who you would be, And that is the person The world will see.

If you can't forgive and forget, pick one.

O, how much simpler things would be If eyes could paint or brush could see.

One learns to ignore criticism by first learning to ignore applause.