When you do good music, it moves over from generation to generation. Like Bob Marley. Like Papa Michigan. Jimmy Cliff.
Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I’ve said before, bugs in amber.
For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course, that's Moses, not Jesus. I haven't heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. "Blessed are the merciful" in a courtroom? "Blessed are the peacemakers" in the Pentagon? Give me a break!
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.
It's a terrible waste to be happy and not notice it.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
The secret to success in any human endeavor is total concentration.
It is a device of mine never to grudge trouble in the pursuit of what seems to me really good and never to grudge payment for it afterwards.
What if we're wrong and there is no climate change? Well, by doing everything possible to address it, we will still use less water, stimulate new energy savings and, in time, money-saving technologies, enjoy cleaner air, and preserve more forests and trees and animals.
What drives me is the prospect of turning an obstacle into a business opportunity, and then growing that into something lasting and rewarding.
There is a Precious Mountain Even the Seven Treasures cannot compare A cold moon rises through the pines Layer upon layer of bright clouds How many towering peaks? How many wandering miles? The valley streams run clear Happiness forever!