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

After a lifetime of deep thought, I've decided that life is a distraction, but probably not from anything important.

My eyesight's gone, my reflexes are shot, and I can't stay awake, but thank God I can still drive.

Time is a figure eight, at its center the city of Deja Vu.

Be thoughtful of others and you will not be shy, for they are incompatible addictions.

Lend, by your imperfections, self-esteem to others, and you will be invited everywhere.

You start making progress in life when you realize that you don't always have to resume where you left off.