There are more lines formed than things worth waiting for.

From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.

Of what use to get what you want if you must become someone else to get it.

The trouble with selfish motives is that they harden into principles, and you end up sending your kids to war for them.

You live long enough in a world spinning on its axis, you learn to spin in the same direction.

A parent's love is whole, no matter how many times divided.

It is the first purpose of hope to make hopelessness bearable.