The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.

The point is that getting married for lust or money or social status or even love is usually trouble. The point is that marriage is a maze into which we wander - a maze that is best got through with a great companion.

Life is. I am. Anything might happen.

Just when you thought that you already learned the way how to live, life changes - and you're left the same as you begun.

So you drive as far as you can, even when you can clearly read the sign. You want to think you are exempt, that it doesn’t apply to you. But it does. Life is still a dead end. And we still have a hard time believing it

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. The grass is greenest where it is watered.