There is in all animals a sense of duty that man condescends to call instinct.

In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.

Most often the person you would die for would settle for dinner and a movie.

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

There are days when I'm alone with my thoughts, which is to say, not alone enough.

I am not certain of the hereafter. Frankly, I'm not all that certain of the here.

I'm right-handed, whereas the fellow in my mirror is left-handed. I start shaving from the left; he starts from the right. Differences only in perception, but religious wars have been fought over such.