In this, the late afternoon of my life, I wonder: am I casting a longer shadow or is my shadow casting a shorter me?

Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all other animals enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it.

Sometimes in tragedy we find our life's purpose - the eye sheds a tear to find its focus.

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

Eventually you realize that your whole life up to now has been preparation, and you begin to suspect that the rest might be preparation, too.

There are many experts on how things have been done up to now. If you think something could use a little improvement, you are the expert.

If you could eavesdrop on everything said about you, you'd spend most of your time waiting for the subject to come up.