Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.

A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review.

It's a nasty divorce when they can't agree on how to divvy up the His and Hers towels.

There are more martyrs to nonsense than truth, truth preferring missionaries.

If you ruled out partial successes, there would be no progress at all.

Just once it might be instructive to pretend you're accepting an award for failure, just to see who you would thank.

There is a tendency to see divine intervention in things that happen in the normal course of miracles.