To the student I would say, "Life is principally multiple choice, but at the end there's a tough essay question.

Metaphor for the night sky: a trillion asterisks and no explanations.

There is a purpose to our lives that each day tugs at our sleeve as an annoying distraction.

What you discover in a democracy is that it is difficult to build a house when each nail has an opinion.

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full.

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