Conscience is less an inner voice than the memory of a mother's glance.

If you knew that hope and despair were paths to the same destination, which would you choose?

Of course I doubt. I do not practice a certainty. I practice a faith.

Perhaps I have lived my life to excess, but know what — if I had it to do over again, I would overdo it again.

A holiday cocktail party is where some stranger will learn more about you in an hour than your spouse has learned in a lifetime.

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.

Everything we possess that is not necessary for life or happiness becomes a burden, and scarcely a day passes that we do not add to it.