When we are unhurried and wise, we perceive that only great and worthy things have any permanent and absolute existence, that petty fears and petty pleasures are but the shadow of the reality.
Sooner or later, we've got to work at it, no matter how many other careers we've had or wanted.
Americans are benevolently ignorant about Canada, while Canadians are malevolently well informed about the United States.
Life is a great big canvas; throw all the paint on it you can.
Maybe the most any of us can expect of ourselves isn't perfection but progress.
Who were these clowns?
Maybe they were terrorists!