Turn your love into promises, that when you doubt your love, you may simply ask, "Am I keeping my promises?"

Everything we possess that is not necessary for life or happiness becomes a burden, and scarcely a day passes that we do not add to it.

The willingness to share does not make one charitable; it makes one free.

A commuter tie-up consists of you — and people who for some reason won't use public transit.

The older I get, the less time I want to spend with the part of the human race that didn't marry me.

If I choose abstraction over reality, it is because I consider it the lesser chaos.

I wish to die knowing that I took a fleeting instant of eternity and fashioned from it a lifetime.