There is no such thing as gratitude unexpressed. If it is unexpressed, it is plain, old-fashioned ingratitude.

I am not your dog, but if every time you saw me, you gave me a backrub, I would run to greet you, too.

Among the things that you, and you alone, are the absolute and final judge of is whether or not you are a success.

A mom forgives us all our faults, not to mention one or two we don't even have.

The thing about a friendly smile is not just that it makes people like you but that it makes them like themselves.

As a general guideline, never marry anyone that you can't picture helping you go to the bathroom.

Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some side road might be some trifle I'm entitled to?