Wealth creeps under your epidermis like poison. It invades your posture, your gestures, the way you carry yourself.

Choices are made before explanations, whether or not we care to know it.

You can't escape your past by running from it.

Sometimes being a friend is enough in its own right to inspire someone on to victory.

Ripping up carpet is easy, tiling is the issue.

The letters don't get their true delight, when done in haste & discomfort, nor merely done with diligence & pain, but first when they are created with love and passion.

Rest and be kind, you don't have to prove anything

In a better world we will find our young years and our old friends.

Symmetry may have its appeal but it is inherently stale. Some kind of imbalance is behind every transformation.

The true mark of maturity is when someone hurts you and you try and understand their situation instead of hurting them back.

You can't recall someone whose name has worn away.

Sit the comedy out, and that done, when the Play's at an end, let the Curtain fall down.