We never give up wanting things for ourselves, but there comes a day when what we want for ourselves is someone else's happiness.

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.

A good marriage is each for the other and two against the world.

Sometimes I wonder — if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?

If indeed the death of a child is part of a larger plan, you wonder if God ever considered a smaller plan.

One must look hard through history to find when a clear understanding of the truth moved anyone to fire the first shot.

If you could travel back in time to the present moment, what would you do differently?