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.
Don't worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.
Sticks and stones will break our bones, but words will break our hearts.
What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul?
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.
All I really need to know... I learned in kindergarten.
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.
Making a living and having a life are not the same thing. Making a living and making a life that's worthwhile are not the same thing. Living the good life and living a good life are not the same thing. A job title doesn't even come close to answering the question 'What do you do'
Play fair. Don't hit people. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
To look this way is to see. To see is to have vision. To have vision is to understand. To understand is to know. To know is to become. To become is to live fully. To live fully is to matter. And to matter is to become light. And to become light is to be loved. And to be loved is to burn. And to burn is to exist. Off and on.
There is really nothing you must be. And there is nothing you must do. There is really nothing you must have. And there is nothing that you must know. There is really nothing you must become. However, it helps to understand that fire burns, and when it rains, the earth gets wet.
To be human is to keep rattling the bars of the cage of existence, hollering, 'What's it for?'
If you want an interesting party sometime, combine cocktails and a fresh box of crayons for everyone.
Maybe we should develop a Crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air explode softly and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth boxes of Crayolas. And we wouldn't go cheap, either not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty-four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver and gold and copper, magenta and peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. And people would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination.
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.
The examined life is no picnic.
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.
Peace is not something you wish for It's something you make, Something you do, Something you are, And something you give away.
I was 23 when I came to Bellingham in 1960 - from Mars, they must have thought. I've always had a very sentimental feeling about the importance of that first ministry in my life.
I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge. That myth is more potent than history. That dreams are more powerful than facts. That hope always triumphs over experience. That laughter is the only cure for grief. And I believe that love is stronger than death.
When my father finally got around to teaching me to drive, he was impressed at my 'natural' talent for driving, not knowing that I had already been secretly driving my mother's car around the neighborhood. When I took the test and got my license and my father gave me my own set of keys to the car one night at dinner, it was a major rite of passage for him and my mother. Their perception of me had changed and was formally acknowledged. For me the occasion meant a private sanction to do in public what I had already been doing in secret.
Living things have been doing just that for a long, long time. Through every kind of disaster and setback and catastrophe. We are survivors.
The best feeling I have ever had about dogs came in a primitive Akah village in the mountains of northern Thailand. The Akah keep dogs like we keep chickens and pigs. They treat their cattle as useful working companions, give them names and would never, ever think of eating one. But they eat dogs. They are not pets dogs are simply food. There are other ways to look at dogs. I am embarrassed by how people talk to dogs. I wonder what dogs must think. You know what I mean. You have heard it. Even dogs think it is weird. Watch a dog when a human does this. The dog can not believe what his is hearing, either. 'Does Poochie wantum drinky No. Poochie wantum go outside.'
I've always thought anyone can make money. Making a life worth living, that's the real test.
If you notice phrases, ideas, and anecdotes that closely resemble those that appear elsewhere in my writing, it's not a matter of sloppy editing. I'm repeating myself. I'm reshuffling words in the hope that just once I might say something exactly right. And I'm still wrestling with dilemmas that are not easily resolved or easily dismissed. I run at them again and again because I am not finished with them. Any may never be. Work-in- progress on a life-in-progress is what my writing is about. And some progress in the work is enough to keep it going on.
Clean up your own mess.
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.
Share everything. Don't take things that aren't yours. Put things back where you found them.
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