On the sixth day, God created the artist, realizing no doubt that He had far from exhausted the uses of color.

We are, many of us, a planet orbiting somebody's sun, unconscious of a lonely moon, orbiting our planet.

To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid.

Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.

Retirement is having nothing to do and someone always keeping you from it.

My eyesight's gone, my reflexes are shot, and I can't stay awake, but thank God I can still drive.

You can't postpone sorrow, so why would you postpone happiness?