We are each of us born into the arms of mortality, the Lord recognizing our need to be held.

Who does not wish to be beautiful, and clever, and rich, and to have back, in old age, the time spent trying to be any of them.

I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.

The trick to liking who you are is not to hate too much the person it turned out you weren't.

Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.

The experience I gained at age 21 would be useful if I were ever 21 again. But I'm 71 and new at it and keep making age 71 mistakes.

Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.