The secret to happiness is to put the burden of proof on unhappiness.

Beyond our most stubborn misperception lies often our fondest dream.

The trick to liking who you are is not to hate too much the person it turned out you weren't.

If I had it to do again, I would less often judge myself and more often ask for a jury.

In childhood, we yearn to be grown-ups. In old age, we yearn to be kids. It just seems that all would be wonderful if we didn't have to celebrate our birthdays in chronological order.

In many areas of understanding, none so much as in our understanding of God, we bump up against a simplicity so profound that we must assign complexities to it to comprehend it at all. It is mindful of how we paste decals to a sliding glass door to keep from bumping our nose against it.

There's nothing like self-improvement to get your friends to like you for who you were.