Overheard in a Washington D.C. church confessional: "Bless me Father, for sins have been committed."

Do what you must, And your friends will adjust.

It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter's eye, finding the essence that renders all else background.

The road to success is not a path you find, but a trail you blaze.

In the end, no thought is unthinkable, no problem unshrinkable, no two strangers unlinkable.

Present yourself always As who you would be, And that is the person The world will see.

To find someone who will love you for no reason, and to shower that person with reasons, that is the ultimate happiness.