Try to discover, The road to success, And you'll seek, But never find, But blaze your own path, And the road to success, Will trail right behind.

It's like this. Father Time keeps pitching the years at us. We swing and miss at a few. We hit a few out of the park. We try not to take any called strikes.

Ah, the things we would do if we could — especially in the secure knowledge that we can't.

There is a limit to how much you can change to be liked for who you really are.

In a dark moment I ask, "How can anyone bring a child into this world?" And the answer rings clear, "Because there is no other world, and because the child has no other way into it."

After years of buying clothes I intend to diet into, I'll say this: the skeleton in my closet has some really nice outfits.

Life is a series of tasks that you absolutely must get done before they don't matter any more.