You will not find a soulmate in the quiet of your room. You must go to a noisy place and look in the quiet corners.
Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he’s happy, the other half he’s right.
Is it my imagination, or does shipping and handling settle a box of crackers more than it used to?
The choice so often these days is to believe something that seems insane or go insane.
The shy and the extroverted have this in common – that they both fancy they are the center of attention.
I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life.
The best things in life are not only free, but the line is shorter.
In the end you don’t so much find yourself as you find someone who knows who you are.
All your life you pretend to be someone else, and it turns out that you were someone else pretending to be you.
Basically we are all looking for someone who knows who we are and will break it to us gently.
There is a limit to how much you can change to be liked for who you really are.
Perhaps I have lived my life to excess, but know what – if I had it to do over again, I would overdo it again.
Sometimes love needs a rest from caring, and so bears for an intolerable few hours the guilt of not caring.
Perception is a clash of mind and eye, the eye believing what it sees, the mind seeing what it believes.
Now and then it’s good to list all the things you regularly do for which there was once a good reason.
A nod, a bow, and a tip of the lid to the person who coulda and shoulda and did.
The trick to getting things done is to list things to do in doable order.
Never act until you have clearly answered the question: “What happens if I do nothing?”
I respect more the person who struggles with his faith than the person who is confident in his skepticism.
An old belief is like an old shoe. We so value its comfort that we fail to notice the hole in it.