Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?

The older you get, the fewer things it seems too late to do.

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

In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.

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.

There is a strong chance that siblings who turn out well were hassled by the same parents.

The trouble with learning to parent on the job is that your child is the teacher.