I believe it is in my nature to dance by virtue of the beat of my heart, the pulse of my blood and the music in my mind.
Life-and-death. Lifedeath. One event. One short event. Don’t forget.
We could learn a lot from crayons; some are sharp, some are pretty, some are dull, while others bright, some have weird names, but they all have learned to live together in the same box.
Anything not worth doing is worth not doing well.
But love may have to be left off the exam. Most of us will never learn.
Remember, most of us got something for nothing the first time just by showing up here at birth. Now we have to qualify.
Be aware of wonder. Live a balanced life – learn some and think some and draw and paint and sing and dance and play and work every day some.
Ignorance and power and pride are a deadly mixture, you know.
Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
If I don’t have time to live my life well the first time, when am I going to find the time to go back and live it over?
If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.
Peace is not something you wish for, it’s something you make.
And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world it is best to hold hands and stick together.
It’s the spirit here that counts. The time may be long, the vehicle may be strange or unexpected. But if the dream is held close to the heart, and imagination is applied to what there is close at hand, everything is still possible.
It will be a great day when our schools have all the money they need, and our air force has to have a bake-sale to buy a bomber.
Wherever and however any one of us may be conceived, it is the same. We come into being in the arms of God.
The winding down of summer puts me in a heavy philosophical mood.
It wasn’t in books. It wasn’t in a church. What I needed to know was out there in the world.
Love is the grand prize and the garbage heap. Love is a spiritual root canal and the only thing that makes life worth living. Love is a little taste of always and a big bite of nothing. And love is everything in between these extremes.
Hide-and-seek, grown-up style. Wanting to hide. Needing to be sought. Confused about being found.