To a small child, the perfect granddad is unafraid of big dogs and fierce storms but absolutely terrified of the word "boo."

Material success is always tempered by the recollection that there was some kind of happiness that was supposed to come with it.

I'm discovering that everybody is a closet quotesmith. Just give them a chance.

Do not mistake probability for truth, for it is a notorious liar.

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

Lend, by your imperfections, self-esteem to others, and you will be invited everywhere.

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?