Son of a beaver biscuit…
Its really hard to recall the day you became friends with special people.
I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.
Not being happy really is my fear.
I used to wonder if it was God's plan that I should be alone for so much of my life. But I found peace. I found happiness within people and the world.
Don't mistake activity with achievement.
Kids are absolutely starved for positive adult contact.
Even when I work with computers, with high technology, I always try to put in the touch of the hand.
Now, 75 years [after ], in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books.
I don't like Los Angeles. The people are awful and terribly shallow, and everybody wants to be famous but nobody wants to play the game. I'm from New York. I will kill to get what I need.
Stand out tall amidst challenges! Dwarf all irrelevant voices.