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

There is no tomorrow. There is only a planet turning on its axis, and a creature given to optimistic fancies.

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.

Nothing in life means anything unless someone cares, and the whole trick is to keep being that someone.

One of life's regrets is that you didn't always tell the truth, and now it's too late, because the truth has changed.

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?

A vacation trip is one-third pleasure, fondly remembered, and two-thirds aggravation, entirely forgotten.