I believe that there is an explanation for everything, so, yes, I believe in miracles.

Among the things that you, and you alone, are the absolute and final judge of is whether or not you are a success.

The trick to liking who you are is not to hate too much the person it turned out you weren't.

It's annoying to be disapproved of by people who know only half the story, especially when you're not sure which half they know.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

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.

The Seven Deadly Sins are a litany of victimless crimes, compiled to distract attention from the bloody felonies of the righteous.