From an aunt, long ago: "Death has come for me many times but finds me always in my lovely garden and leaves me there, I think, as an excuse to return.

Genius is a plodding intellect, incapable of dreaming up the obstacles that stop the rest of us.

A parent's love is whole, no matter how many times divided.

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.

What is reality but the dreamworld of a limited imagination.

It is still possible to have friendly discourse in America, as long as you don't bring up any subject.

So often the shortest distance to happiness is the length of an about-face.