I've lived enough of my life story to know this- Fate writes the book, but you make the movie.
Among those born into chaos, some will imagine an order and become scientists; a few will recognize the chaos and become abstract artists; most others will turn to faith for understanding; and the rest will become lost souls.
Two things are owed to truthfulness: lasting marriages and short friendships.
So often the end of a love affair is death by a thousand cuts, so often its survival is life by a thousand stitches.
One must look hard through history to find when a clear understanding of the truth moved anyone to fire the first shot.
We are each a dozen people who were all the same child.
Often, what seems an impossible climb is just a staircase without the steps drawn in.
It is a rare woman who can overcome her desire to remain pretty and allow herself to become beautiful.
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.
There are times when you seek your solitude, and your solitude just wants to be left alone.
For every "Drive Safely" sign, shouldn't there be a "Resume Normal Driving" sign?
Never ask, "What reason do I have to be happy?" Instead ask, "To what purpose can I attach my happiness?
If there be no God, then what is truth but the average of all lies.
One day you just say "To heck with it," and you go looking for trouble, and you find happiness.
Does a rose exist that I might behold it? Or do I exist that a rose might be beheld?
No matter how you hurry, you will notice at the end of the day that you traveled at the speed of time.
Nature decrees that we do not exceed the speed of light. All other impossibilities are optional.
A bottle of wine Still to be drunk, A bundle of thoughts Still to be thunk.
Art is an attempt to understand, yielding pleasure in the attempt whether or not we understand.
A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.
Man will have replicated his own intelligence not when he teaches a computer to reason but when he teaches a computer to have a nagging feeling in its circuits.
On a windswept hill by a billowing sea, my destiny sits and waits for me.
I don't know that there are haunted houses. I know that there are dark staircases and haunted people.
Few can accept happiness if it means change. We want the life we have now, only happier.
Shall I redirect my life's journey because down some side road might be some trifle I'm entitled to?
