Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don't fool.

The happiest memories are of moments that ended when they should have.

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

The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.

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

Love is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.

Yes, I worry about the craziest things, but better me than someone less qualified.