You know you have found love when you can't find your way back.

Someday a computer will give a wrong answer to spare someone's feelings, and man will have invented artificial intelligence.

Sometimes I imagine a get-together where I introduce my family to my blogger friends and my blogger friends introduce my family to me.

There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.

Sometimes two people need to step apart and make a space between that each might see the other anew, in a glance across a room or silhouetted against the moon.

Everything happens for the purpose of what you decide to do about it.

Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life- and it was you. It is not too late to find that person again.