Every day I go forth to seek my identity, feeling greatly blessed by the things I don't find it in.

A painting is what you make of it, besides which, 'Moon, Weeping' has a better ring to it than 'Paintbrush, Dripping.

No man is so idle that he cannot rouse himself just enough to get in the way of a busy person.

In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?

There are couples a matchmaker would match every time - and couples who, for no rhyme or reason, rhyme.

Happiness is life served up with a scoop of acceptance, a topping of tolerance and sprinkles of hope, although chocolate sprinkles also work.

Nature decrees that we do not exceed the speed of light. All other impossibilities are optional.