Looking back on a happy life, one realizes that one was not happy all the time.
You can spend too much time wondering which of identical twins is the more alike.
The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope — or at least give it 48 hours.
Though you lose all hope, there is still hope, and it loves to surprise.
In the end, no thought is unthinkable, no problem unshrinkable, no two strangers unlinkable.
Anything we tell our kids about life is a placemarker until they figure it out for themselves.