It's getting harder and harder to worry needlessly.

Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.

A man finds love and is satisfied. A woman finds love and insists on turning it into happiness.

Eventually, time takes care of everything. The trouble with procrastination is that people give up on it too soon.

One's dream is defeated not by unsolvable problems, but by all the more-or-less satisfactory solutions that kill it forever.

That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.

Each day, awakening, are we asked to paint the sky blue? Need we coax the sun to rise or flowers to bloom? Need we teach birds to sing, or children to laugh, or lovers to kiss? No, though we think the world imperfect, it surrounds us each day with its perfections. We are asked only to appreciate them, and to show appreciation by living in peaceful harmony amidst them. The Creator does not ask that we create a perfect world; He asks that we celebrate it.