The trouble with selfish motives is that they harden into principles, and you end up sending your kids to war for them.
There is a limit to how much you can change to be liked for who you really are.
Most often, walking alone with my shadow is how I find my answer, the result of gathering together all agreeable parties.
Parenting is a stage of life's journey where the milestones come about every fifty feet.
The older you get, the fewer things it seems too late to do.
If you haven't time to respond to a tug at your pants leg, your schedule is too crowded.
If we would listen to our kids, we'd discover that they are largely self-explanatory.
In the happiest of our childhood memories, our parents were happy, too.
The trouble with having a stubbornness contest with your kids is that they have your stubbornness gene.
It's still possible to be a cockeyed optimist these days - you just have to be a little more cockeyed.
More good has been accomplished by simple people seeking their own honest ends than by all the philanthropists in history.
I was once a skeptic but was converted by the two missionaries on either side of my nose.
There is a public me and a private me, who, if they were separate people, probably wouldn't exchange Christmas cards.
Sometimes, in a moral struggle, we discover the right thing to do - just as, on some cold day long ago, we discovered mittens pinned to our coat sleeve.
There is part of us that stands in quiet witness to what we do, taking notes, waiting for a solitary moment to bring up the subject.
There's nothing like self-improvement to get your friends to like you for who you were.
Name the season’s first hurricane Zelda and fool Mother Nature into calling it a year.
A vacation trip is one-third pleasure, fondly remembered, and two-thirds aggravation, entirely forgotten.
In every gardener there is a child who believes in The Seed Fairy.
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.
A commuter tie-up consists of you — and people who for some reason won't use public transit.
Sometimes fate brings two people together by causing one to misinterpret a smile.
A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.
Though the barriers of life seem formidable, we find when we challenge them that they have no will.
No matter what it is, if you aren't happy striving for it, you won't be happy achieving it.