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

The realist sees reality as concrete. The optimist sees reality as clay.

If there be no God, then what is truth but the average of all lies.

Our most difficult task as a friend is to offer understanding when we don't understand.

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

No matter how reclusive we tend to be, we picture the after-life as a community of souls. It is one thing to seek privacy in this life; it is another to face eternity alone.

How do you tell an optimist that he or she has lived a happy life by mistake?