There are exactly as many special occasions in life as we choose to celebrate.

In a household of toddlers and pets, we discover this rule of thumb about happy families - that they are least two-thirds incontinent.

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

Seems like nothing ever brings you back to reality that makes you want to stay there.

In the end you don't so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.

Retirement is having nothing to do and someone always keeping you from it.

If you could travel back in time to the present moment, what would you do differently?