There are worse moments in old age than recalling some long-ago embarrassment and realizing that you have outlived all the witnesses to it.
You can look upon life as dust to dust or you can look upon life as seed to seed.
Sign over the gates of Hell, "DOESN'T MEAN YOU'RE A BAD PERSON."
All we know about life after death is that no one has ever filed a formal complaint.
Parenting, too, is an art form, although one in which you do not get to discard the works of your learning years.
Though life is short, it is sustained by the perception that death is so distant as to be irrelevant to our daily affairs. The imminence of death is obscured by the illusion of time.
There are traumas in life that change us forever, the person we once were mistakenly listed among the survivors.
We are all imperfect human beings. There is not one person we respect who will not one day require our understanding.
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