Someone has said the best nursing home is the U. S. Senate.
The long-term accommodation that protects marriage and other such relationships is. . . forgetfulness.
People who work hard often work too hard. . . . May we learn to honor the hammock, the siesta, the nap and the pause in all its forms.
Activism is my rent for living on the planet.
Nobody is as powerful as we make them out to be.
Any God I ever found in church, I brought in myself.
It has become a common feeling, I believe, as we have watched our heroes falling over the years, that our own small stone of activism, which might not seem to measure up to the rugged boulders of heroism we have so admired, is a paltry offering toward the building of an edifice of hope. Many who believe this choose to withhold their offerings out of shame. This is the tragedy of the world. For we can do nothing substantial toward changing our course on the planet, a destructive one, without rousing ourselves, individual by individual, and bringing our small, imperfect stones to the pile.
A bad day is just a day when you have been thinking more negative thoughts than positive ones. What we are is God's gift to us. What we become is our gift to God.
But the thing is, I was never looking at a strategic way of gaining fame. That's not why I'm doing this.
In a house without a genuine kitchen, one of the delights of growing up is lost.
Only mediocrity of enjoyment is allowed to man.