There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.

Eventually you realize that your whole life up to now has been preparation, and you begin to suspect that the rest might be preparation, too.

It can be said of optimism that while sometimes mistaken, it is never sadly mistaken.

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

The first goal of writing is to have one's words read successfully.

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.

Life is too short to hold a grudge, also too long.