This was before voice mail$$$ recorded phone messages you can't escape. Life was easier then. You just didn't pick up the phone.

Maybe$$$ love is always forgiveness$$$ to a degree.

In solitude we realize that nothing human is alien to us.

Humor is a prelude to faith$$$ and laughter is the beginning of prayer.

Of course I know Julie Andrews. She's the last of the really great broads.

In what language does rain fall over tormented cities?

I move in the university of the waves.

Life is like a game of cards. The hand that is dealt you is determinism; the way you play it is free will.

Those who hope$$$ by retiring from the world$$$ to earn a holiday from human frailty$$$ in themselves and others$$$ are usually disappointed.

What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.