To hurt someone you know will forgive you is the unkindiest thing of all.

The people in your life who don't need an invitation still like to get one.

Sometimes I sit up late with my thoughts, reluctant to fall asleep and leave my thoughts alone by themselves.

Here is the basic question: Are we marionettes, or are we creatures of free will who just happen to have a lot of jerky reflexes?

You spend the first two-thirds of your life asking to be left alone and the last third not having to ask.

Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?

See yourself always as cause, and perhaps a better world will be found among your effects.