I look into the faces of people struggling with their own lives, and I do not see strangers.

For every person who atones, a hundred others find regret sufficient.

An old dog, even more than an old spouse, always feels like doing what you feel like doing.

In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it."

Perhaps I have lived my life to excess, but know what — if I had it to do over again, I would overdo it again.

In the end, who among us does not choose to be a little less right to be a little less lonely.

I don't believe you really know God if you do not recognize His sense of humor.