What greater blessing to give thanks for at a family gathering than the family and the gathering.

I look into the faces of people struggling with their own lives, and I do not see strangers.

We are kept from our goal, not by obstacles, but by a clear path to a lesser goal.

We envy others, for we see their lives in broad outline, while forced to live ours in every detail.

What we find in a soulmate is not something wild to tame but something wild to run with.

Who does not wish to be beautiful, and clever, and rich, and to have back, in old age, the time spent trying to be any of them.

Sometimes, as practice for trying to convince myself that God exists, I try to convince my shadow that the sun exists.