Having perfected our disguise, we spend our lives searching for someone we don’t fool.

I count myself lucky, having long ago won a lottery paid to me in seven sunrises a week for life.

Looking back you realize that a very special person passed briefly through your life- and it was you. It is not too late to find that person again.

If you cannot forgive and forget, pick one.

Today I bent the truth to be kind, and I have no regret, for I am far surer of what is kind than I am of what is true.

The average pencil is seven inches long, with just a half-inch eraser - in case you thought optimism was dead.