At birth, we emerge from dream soup. At death, we sink back into dream soup. In between soups, there is a crossing of dry land. Life is a portage.
He had an answer to almost everything and he retired at an early age.
The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.
It is best to rise from life as from a banquet, neither thirsty nor drunken.
He was no god, just an artist; and when an artist is a man, he needs a woman to create like a god.
Eschew evil and it`s machinations.
Tomorrow, smile at a perfect stranger and mean it.
My opinions may have changed, but not the fact that I'm right.
Pick the day. Enjoy it - to the hilt. The day as it comes. People as they come... The past, I think, has helped me appreciate the present - and I don't want to spoil any of it by fretting about the fu...
Art is not about itself but the attention we bring to it.
Lord, help us to choose humility over pride. Help us to choose love over our reputation. Help us to choose patience over making a point, and your Word over our feelings. Lord, help us to choose persev...