A holiday cocktail party is where some stranger will learn more about you in an hour than your spouse has learned in a lifetime.

If you keep rephrasing the question, it gradually becomes the answer.

Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.

There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.

Corporations no longer try to fit square pegs into round holes; they just fit them into square cubicles.

In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order.

Opportunity is a parade. Even as one chance passes, the next is a fife and drum echoing in the distance.