Machines and relatives get most of the yelling. But never trees. As for people, well, the Solomon islanders may have a point. Yelling at living thing does tend to kill the spirit in them. Sticks and stones may break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
Imagination is better than knowledge.
Whenever life becomes Tinkertoys, the queen may be sacrificed.
I use Cheer. I like the idea of a happy wash.
Don’t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.
If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you got a problem. Everything else is inconvenience.
Only now have I finally realized that my life has been an unending field trip. And I have tried hard not to be a tourist. But to be an adventurer, a traveler, an explorer, a learner, and a pilgrim.
Anything can happen. The great banana peel of existence is always on the floor somewhere.
The world does not need tourists who ride by in a bus clucking their tongues. The world as it is needs those who will love it enough to change it, with what they have, where they are.
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.
Is it always to be a winners-losers world, or can we keep everyone in the game? Do we still have what it takes to find a better way?
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?