The mind, as you age, Is an artist, it seems. Monet paints your mem’ries, Picasso your dreams.

One day you just say "To heck with it," and you go looking for trouble, and you find happiness.

Sometimes, as practice for trying to convince myself that God exists, I try to convince my shadow that the sun exists.

I don't know that there are haunted houses. I know that there are dark staircases and haunted people.

I respect more the person who struggles with his faith than the person who is confident in his skepticism.

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

If we would see others as they see themselves, our shyness would soon become compassion.