The trouble with having a body is that people know it's where you hang out and you don't get any privacy.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

It finally happened - a lawsuit for wrongful doing unto others as you would have them do unto you.

You know you have found love when you can't find your way back.

Never mind the odds against you. If you doubled your effort, what would the odds against you do — send for reinforcements?

Before you pledge your undying love to someone, make them promise they won't die.

See yourself always as cause, and perhaps a better world will be found among your effects.