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

In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order.

I don't lie and cheat, but I don't always avoid actions that would be lying and cheating if someone else did them.

Why be saddled with this thing called life expectancy? Of what relevance to an individual is such a statistic? Am I to concern myself with an allotment of days I never had and was never promised? Must I check off each day of my life as if I am subtracting from this imaginary hoard? No, on the contrary, I will add each day of my life to my treasure of days lived. And with each day, my treasure will grow, not diminish.

Every great painting is left incomplete at the point where its completion is obvious.

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

Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.