Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.

Few are humble, for it takes a self-esteem few possess.

I have never met anyone who wanted to save the world without my financial support.

There are truths of which I have an inkling, but of most I have only a pencilling

Your clothes smell heavily of clothing. Your den is filled with low-hanging palls of fresh air. The only rattle in your car is the sound of toll change in the ashtray. The absence of telltale tobacco stains on your shirt collar tells the tale - you've licked the smoking habit.

Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.

I complain that the years fly past, but then I look in a mirror and see that very few of them actually got past.