There is no harder thing to give up than the thing that was supposed to make you happy.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.

Recalling days of sadness, memories haunt me. Recalling days of happiness, I haunt my memories.

The perfect family board game is one that can be played each time with fewer pieces.

It pleases me to take amateur photographs of my garden, and it pleases my garden to make my photographs look professional.

Do unto others as you would have them do unto you, not forgetting to leave others be as you would have them leave you be.