We have a choice every day – to act on yesterday’s good intentions or get an early start on tomorrow’s regrets.
Toss your dashed hopes not into a trash bin but into a drawer where you are likely to rummage some bright morning.
If I had my life to live over, I’d have fewer meetings and more rendezvous.
Name the season’s first hurricane Zelda and fool Mother Nature into calling it a year.
There are many things I do for amusement, but for happiness I like to gather up my memories and go for a walk in the rain.
The trouble with selfish motives is that they harden into principles, and you end up sending your kids to war for them.
Man, in his sensitivity, does not give names to animals he intends to eat but goes on giving names to children he intends to send to war.
A vacation trip is one-third pleasure, fondly remembered, and two-thirds aggravation, entirely forgotten.
Do not mistake probability for truth, for it is a notorious liar.
There are more martyrs to nonsense than truth, truth preferring missionaries.
What are memories but dreams of a better past.
You know you have found love when you can’t find your way back.
Where hope would otherwise become hopelessness, it becomes faith.
The clash between child and adult is never as stubborn as when the child within us confronts the adult in our child.
Do not ask that your kids live up to your expectations. Let your kids be who they are, and your expectations will be in breathless pursuit.
Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.
A mom reads you like a book, and wherever she goes, people read you like a glowing book review.
There is an instinct in a woman to love most her own child – and an instinct to make any child who needs her love, her own.
In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in.
If we would listen to our kids, we’d discover that they are largely self-explanatory.