While I occasionally enjoy a bout of nostalgia, I would generally rather dream forward than backward.

The trouble with always leaving yourself a way out is that you always take it.

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.

Psychologists now recognize that the need in some people to have a dozen cats is really a sublimated desire to have two dozen cats.

One can only imagine how effective justice might be if admissible in a court of law.

I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.

Sometimes the best way to forgive is to let the other person forget.