Charles M. Schulz

If I were given the opportunity to present a gift to the next generation, it would be the ability for each individual to learn to laugh at himself.

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I'm happy. I can't figure it out. What am I doing right?

Big sisters are the crab grass in the lawn of life.

Much violence is based on the illusion that life is a property to be defended and not to be shared.

Recently, I was in Bernalda, my dad's ancestral home town in Italy. He has just refurbished a palazzo and turned it into a hotel, so we had my sister's wedding there. It was beautiful.