We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.
Eventually you come to realize that most people aren’t looking for a fight but for someone to surrender to.
In a houseful of toddlers and pets, you can start out having a bad day, but you keep getting detoured.
The advantage of growing up with siblings is that you become very good at fractions.
The road to success is not a path you find, but a trail you blaze.
As important as shared memories is the silent agreement that certain things never happened.
The painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.
The lesson of Good Friday is to never lose hope – or at least give it 48 hours.
The great enemy of achievement is a schedule already full.
Without faith there is no truth, for that is all the truth is or ever was.
To become a grandparent is to enjoy one of the few pleasures in life for which the consequences have already been paid.
If there be no God, then what is truth but the average of all lies.
One of life’s regrets is that you didn’t always tell the truth, and now it’s too late, because the truth has changed.
Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be.
We all have our limitations, but when we listen to our critics, we also have theirs.
When you have brought up kids, there are memories you store directly in your tear ducts.
There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.
Even if you think the Big Bang created the stars, don’t you wonder who sent the flowers?
Sometimes I wonder – if I were drop-dead handsome, and every woman I met actually dropped dead, would I ever get tired of it?
Some have been to the mountain. I have been to my knees by the side of my bed.