Overheard in a Washington D.C. church confessional: "Bless me Father, for sins have been committed."
We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.
A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.
In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.
Sometimes love needs a rest from caring, and so bears for an intolerable few hours the guilt of not caring.
Know thyself, especially thyself after a couple of drinks.