The older you get, the fewer things it seems too late to do.

Perchance God will pity a race that sought the better angels of its nature and found only its lesser demons.

If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?

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.

After years of buying clothes I intend to diet into, I'll say this: the skeleton in my closet has some really nice outfits.

Charisma is a fancy name given to the knack of giving people your full attention.

The brain forgets much, but the lower back remembers everything.