Perhaps we are given a mom that we might take into death the memory of a lullaby.

A man finds love and is satisfied. A woman finds love and insists on turning it into happiness.

Sometimes I think my life would make a great TV movie. It even has the part where they say, "Stand by. We are experiencing temporary difficulties.

Try to discover, The road to success, And you'll seek, But never find, But blaze your own path, And the road to success, Will trail right behind.

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.

Sometimes in life you have an appointment with destiny, and sometimes you just have to get destiny to squeeze you in.

If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?