I never met anybody who said when they were a kid, "I wanna grow up and be a critic."
I'd never looked down the barrel of a gun before, but everything you've heard about the experience is true.
We are made to persist. That's how we find out who we are.
They say such nice things about people at their funerals that it makes me sad to realize that I'm going to miss mine by just a few days.
In real life, unlike in Shakespeare, the sweetness of the rose depends upon the name it bears. Things are not only what they are. They are, in very important respects, what they seem to be.
Depend not on fortune, but on conduct.
Having a holiday weekend without a family member felt like putting on a sweater that had an extra arm.
My friend is one... who take me for what I am.
If we fall, we don't need self-recrimination or blame or anger - we need a reawakening of our intention and a willingness to recommit, to be whole-hearted once again.