You spend the first two-thirds of your life asking to be left alone and the last third not having to ask.
A family is a bunch of people who keep confusing you with someone you were as a kid.
A true sportsman is a hunter lost in the woods and out of ammo.
For every person who atones, a hundred others find regret sufficient.
We find things where we look for them, which is why I never look for a golf ball out of bounds.
The world knows how to straighten out a spoiled child but never makes it up to a child deprived.
There is in every artist's studio a scrap heap of discarded works in which the artist's discipline prevailed against his imagination.
The first assumption of an art critic is that the artist meant to paint something else.
An art critic is someone who appreciates art, except for any particular piece of art.
The artist's talent sits uneasy as an object of public acclaim, having been so long an object of private despair.
Parenthood is the passing of a baton, followed by a lifelong disagreement as to who dropped it.
No matter what it is, if you aren't happy striving for it, you won't be happy achieving it.
We all know them — the unstructured person whose every action seems aimless and the totally organized person whose every action defeats some purpose.
The object of most prayers is to wangle an advance on good intentions.
Name the season’s first hurricane Zelda and fool Mother Nature into calling it a year.
Being loved by all is little fun Unless you're also loved by one.
Do not be someone looking for [insert]. Be [insert] looking for someone. Suggestions for [insert]: —love —friendship —understanding —appreciation —tolerance —a helping hand —a leg up —an answer
All any child needs is the protection of loving parents and an alternative source of information.
Where you find quality, you will find a craftsman, not a quality-control expert.
The trouble with not being into social networking is that people think you're anti-social when you're only anti-networking.
Even at times when I don't care, I know exactly what I would care about if I did.
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.
Though the barriers of life seem formidable, we find when we challenge them that they have no will.
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