Usually the woman has an appointment with destiny, and the man just happens to be there.

Through faith we learn to believe the evidence of our eyes.

Though confined to our destiny, we do get to pick the color scheme.

A vacation trip is one-third pleasure, fondly remembered, and two-thirds aggravation, entirely forgotten.

It's curious the way we get nostalgic for some hoped-for thing that never happened, as if something that never happened were in the past.

All my life I've wanted, just once, to say something clever without losing my train of thought

A blogger is constantly looking over his shoulder, for fear that he is not being followed.