“We must escape our illusions of correctness to understand the actions and beliefs of others.”

Books had instant replay long before televised sports.

People who say, ‘Let the chips fall where they may,’ usually figure they will not be hit by a chip.

Ideas are like wandering sons. They show up when you least expect them.

Life is supposed to be a series of peaks and valleys. The secret is to keep the valleys from becoming Grand Canyons.

An extravagance is something that your spirit thinks is a necessity.

Unsolicited advice is the junk mail of life.

You are mature when you know what is foolhardy and what is courage.

There is no psychiatrist in the world like a puppy licking your face.

What a strange world this would be if we all had the same sense of humor.

September tries its best to have us forget summer.

Few things are as democratic as a snowstorm.

Few things move as quietly as the future.

The day the Lord created hope was probably the same day he created Spring.

We may pass violets looking for roses. We may pass contentment looking for victory.

If we try and fail, we have temporary disappointments. But if we do not try at all, we have permanent regrets.

The average man will bristle if you say his father was dishonest, but he will brag a little if he discovers that his great-grandfather was a Pirate.

Free yourself from the illusion of good and bad days. Labeling time makes us nostalgic of the past and demanding of the future. There is only here and now. Let it be.

Agreement can always be reached by increasing the generality of the conclusion; when this is done, the form is generally preserved but only the illusion of policy is created.

The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion.

If your illusions are shattered, it means you are getting closer to reality.

Trust is an illusion. A systematically flawed word. A total forgery of a statement. Trust assumes infallibility – without errors, mistakes, or fuck ups.

Pink and white wine drunk at the same time is merely an illusion time.

This is a poem about love its absence is merely an optical illusion.

Life is a lonely journey. We expect and even believe that someone will always be there for us, but that illusion fades away with age and time.