Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.

Abstract art is a fundamental distrust of the theory of reality concocted by the eyes.

As important in a trusting relationship as the truths you share are the lies you never have to tell.

Wealth and wisdom are seldom combined, for the person who achieves one no longer desires the other.

The first goal of writing is to have one's words read successfully.