With every morsel I ate, I looked into her eyes and apologised for not being able to feed her enough. Her eyes, in turn, apologised for not being able to help me in these tough times.

There was a story etched in each wrinkle on his forehead-the stories any long life can amass but that only a lonely life locks forever.

The thing about waiting is that the longer you wait, the more impatient you become.

When it comes to broken trust, women are the master masons, building barriers that not even love can breach. But mothers…they are the architects.

To say "I love you" one must know first how to say the "I".

She might have wept then, had not the sky begun to do it for her.

I never had the chance to consider what or how I wanted to be.

Having a talent is not enough: one must also have your permission to have it--right, my friends?

See ye not, Courtesy is the true Alchemy, turning to gold all it touches and tries?

I like Paris. My problem is I don't like Parisians.

...'I thought the rule was that all monks were shaved.' 'Oh, Soto says he is bald under the hair,'said Lu Tze. 'He says the hair is a separate creature that just happens to live on him.

Retreat? NO. I propose to attach at daylight and whip them.

Yet dearer still that Irish hill than all the world beside; It's home, sweet home, where'er I roam, through lands and waterswide.