The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full.

There's a lot of not caring that goes under the name of minding your own business.

Either way, things are a lot better - either a lot better than they were or a lot better than they're going to be.

Once you become the mommy or daddy in your child's world, it is the only world in which you exist, no matter how much you fancy there is a separate world of your own.

In the realist, you have the sorry sight of the five senses deprived of their imagination.

In the end you regret less the things you believed that weren't true than the things that never came true because you didn't believe.

The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.