It's not that I'm a Type-B personality. It's that I'm driven by a passionate, all-consuming desire to take it easy.

The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full.

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?

There is no daily chore so trivial that it cannot be made important by skipping it two days running.

If minutes were kept of a family gathering, they would show that "Members not Present" and "Subjects Discussed" were one and the same.

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

Sometimes it's worth getting lost to see who will come looking for us.