A mom forgives us all our faults, not to mention one or two we don't even have.

One of the great logical puzzles is how a woman is always like her mother but never like her sister.

In the end the reason for anything is inseparable from the reason for everything.

If Creation were a crime, would not God be the prime suspect?

Lovers needn't always agree, anymore than poetry need always rhyme.

Try to discover, The road to success, And you'll seek, But never find, But blaze your own path, And the road to success, Will trail right behind.

Alexandros of Antioch took a block of marble and chiseled away from it everything that was not his masterpiece, the Venus de Milo. If you will chisel away one fault from your character every day, you may discover - a) that you're actually a statue of Margaret Thatcher. b) that you're still just a block of marble. c) that there are pigeon droppings on your shoes. d) that you, too, are a hidden masterpiece.