Let’s put it this way: there wouldn’t be much point in me attending a high-school reunion now because there wouldn’t be anybody there. We’d struggle to raise a quorum.

Every December, I host a tree-trimming party. I serve chili with cornbread and lots of good wine. It’s a wonderful party, and it shows how much adults like to play.

I didn’t attend the funeral, but I sent a nice letter saying I approved of it.

We were on for six years. We were in syndication for a while. It had its run. I still see the people from ‚Mr. Belvedere,‘ too. We stay in touch.

If you think dealing with issues like worthiness and authenticity and vulnerability are not worthwhile because there are more pressing issues, like the bottom line or attendance or standardized test scores, you are sadly, sadly mistaken. It underpins everything.

We don’t want people to leave the stadium until the game finishes.

No man is regular in his attendance at the House of Commons until he is married.

The pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

The history of the kingdom of God is, directly, one of a reunion. The total divine milieu is formed by the incorporation of every elected spirit in Jesus Christ.

Every parting gives a foretaste of death, every reunion a hint of the resurrection.

Never go to your high school reunion pregnant or they will think that is all you have done since you graduated.