I feel about airplanes the way I feel about diets. It seems to me they are wonderful things for other people to go on.
Only some people get what they want. Those are the people who show up to get it.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
Many people weigh the guilt they will feel against the pleasure of the forbidden action they want to take.
You should not live one way in private, another in public.
What counts is not necessarily the size of the dog in the fight - it's the size of the fight in the dog.