You want me, Andy. I can feel it. Yes I want you, I admitted.In a way you'll never want me.

Both she and I have grief enough and trouble enough, but as for regrets – neither of us have any.

All along this path I tread, my heart betrays my weary head, with nothing but my love to save, from the cradle to the grave.

I decided that I would write one story about each thing that I knew about.

Maybe, love is always forgiveness, to a degree.

If you don't love me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best.

There is no such thing as accident; it is fate misnamed.

And when this grand canvas, our life, is finished, may the world in some small or large way be a better place.

Saving habits - in itself an education is now. It reinforces your strengths, teaching you how to refuse, orderly thinking, think before you act and thus expand your mind

I have a natural tendency to feel well about the world, I suppose, one way or another. But then there is the problem of pain. There are things like [Abraham] Lincoln's beloved little boy dying.