The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours.

Be the master of your fate, be the captain of your soul, but do not hesitate, should the chance befall you, to be the slave of your heart.

Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."

Ah, yes, my social life — a series of encounters where we briefly debate who is in the greater rush.

One must look hard through history to find when a clear understanding of the truth moved anyone to fire the first shot.

The trick to getting things done is to list things to do in doable order.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.