It is the abiding faith of mortals that mortality is a temporary condition.

Fate, Chance, God’s Will — we all try to account for our lives somehow. What are the chances that two raindrops, flung from the heavens, will merge on a windowpane? Gotta be Fate.

Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.

We are kept from our goal, not by obstacles, but by a clear path to a lesser goal.

A child seldom needs a good talking to as a good listening to.

There is an ongoing battle between conscience and self-interest in which, at some point, we have to take sides.

Politicians don't lie, they misspeak. And they don't steal, they mispocket.