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.

There are secrets I will take to the grave and others I'd feel safer having cremated.

So I said to myself, "There but for the grace of God go I," only to realize I was looking in a mirror and had seriously overestimated the grace of God.

The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.

There is a logical explanation for everything, often mistaken for the reason it happened.

To trade a childhood wonder for a plausible explanation - is there a worst trade one makes in life?

The artist gazes upon a reality and creates his own impression. The viewer gazes upon the impression and creates his own reality.