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

I sit in my garden, gazing upon a beauty that cannot gaze upon itself. And I find sufficient purpose for my day.

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

On the sixth day, God created the artist, realizing no doubt that He had far from exhausted the uses of color.

A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.

Why try to be someone you're not? Life is hard enough without adding impersonation to the skills required.

Be the master of your fate, be the captain of your soul, but do not hesitate, should the chance befall you, to be the slave of your heart.