Looking back on our lives, we invariably find that the person we pretended to be is the person we became.

It is when there is nothing you can say or do to help that a friend needs you the most.

Among those born into chaos, some will imagine an order and become scientists; a few will recognize the chaos and become abstract artists; most others will turn to faith for understanding; and the rest will become lost souls.

While I find that I can keep my nose out of other people's business, I do have a curiosity as to their non-business activities.

Am I lying to you if I tell you the same lie I tell myself?

One must look hard through history to find when a clear understanding of the truth moved anyone to fire the first shot.

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