All my life I've wanted, just once, to say something clever without losing my train of thought

The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead.

I suppose I will die never knowing what pumpkin pie tastes like when you have room for it.

I've been looking over the list of spring chores I made up last fall, and darned if they aren't fall chores, after all.

That portion of reality that can be composed within a frame can be understood.

As you reach for understanding, you find that your ladder of facts isn’t long enough, and you try to extend it by adding a rung of faith. Eventually you see that the task is hopeless, and you put away your ladder of facts and go get a ladder of faith.

If you ruled out partial successes, there would be no progress at all.