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.
I’ve always thought anyone can make money. Making a life worth living, that’s the real test.
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
I once listed all the good things I did over the past year, and then turned them into resolution form and backdated them. That was a good feeling.
My goal now is to dance all the dances as long as I can, and then to sit down contented after the last elegant tango some sweet night and pass on because there wasn’t another dance left in me.
The examined life is no picnic.
Never, ever regret or apologize for believing that when one man or one woman decides to risk addressing the world with truth, the world may stop what it is doing and hear. There is too much evidence to the contrary.
So you drive as far as you can, even when you can clearly read the sign. You want to think you are exempt, that it doesn’t apply to you. But it does. Life is still a dead end. And we still have a hard time believing it.
Sometimes history knocks at the most ordinary door to see if anyone is home. Sometimes someone is.
The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence. The grass is greenest where it is watered.
Just when you thought that you already learned the way how to live, life changes – and you’re left the same as you begun.