It is seeing ourselves in others that often prompts the remark, 'There's something about that person I don't trust.

If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.

A cat, after being scolded, goes about its business. A dog slinks off into a corner and pretends to be doing a serious self-reappraisal.

In nature we see where God has been. In our fellow man, we see where He is still at work.

You do not wake up one morning a bad person. It happens by a thousand tiny surrenders of self-respect to self-interest.