In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

A senseless tragedy remains forever tragic, but it is up to us whether it remains forever senseless.

As any artist can tell you, it is easier to reach perfection than to stop there.

God sends the dawn that we might see the might-have-beens that still might be.

The trick to liking who you are is not to hate too much the person it turned out you weren't.

I hope some day to meet God, because I want to thank Him for the flowers.