What we have earned by the sweat of our brow, we defend with pride. What we have gained by the accident of birth, we guard with prejudice.

You will find that if you really try to be a father, your child will meet you halfway.

We realize we can't have everything, and so begins the mad dash to have everything else.

The trouble with 'a place for everything and everything in its place' is that there's always more everything than places.

If you keep rephrasing the question, it gradually becomes the answer.

Some forgive and forget, more forgive and remember, most forgive and remind.

There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.