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.

Looking back on our lives, we invariably find that the person we pretended to be is the person we became.

Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.

In a soulmate we find not company but a completed solitude.

What greater blessing to give thanks for at a family gathering than the family and the gathering.

Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.

Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?