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

It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.

The shy and the extroverted have this in common — that they both fancy they are the center of attention.

There is no tomorrow. There is only a planet turning on its axis, and a creature given to optimistic fancies.

The more side roads you stop to explore, the less likely that life will pass you by.

Hamlet at 70: "To sleep, perchance to dream. To awaken, perchance to go to the bathroom."

A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.