I've always been the opposite of a paranoid. I operate as if everyone is part of a plot to enhance my well-being.
All those who have achieved great things have been great dreamers.
You can make your life into a grand ever-evolving work of art. The key is your thoughts, the wondrous invisible part of you that is your spiritual soul.
I do not know with what WW3 will be fought, but WW4 will be fought with sticks & stones.
I was testing children in my Dublin Sunday school class to see if they understood the concept of getting to heaven.
I asked them, 'If I sold my house and my car, had a big garage sale and gave all my money to the church, would that get me into heaven?'
'NO!' the children answered.
'If I cleaned the church every day, mowed the garden, and kept everything tidy, would that get me into heaven?'
Again, the answer was 'NO!' By now I was starting to smile.
'Well, then, if I was kind to animals and gave sweets to all the children, and loved my husband, would that get me into heaven?'
1996
In Memoriam
We pause for a moment to reflect on the death of someone who made a powerful impact on several generations of youngsters. Larry LaPrise, the man who wrote "The Hokey Pokey", died peacefully at age 93. The most traumatic part for his family was getting him into the coffin. They put his left leg in. And then the trouble started.
The job of the Artist, is to deepen the mystery.
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger and more complex...
It takes a touch of genius - and a lot of courage to move in the opposite direction.
Remembering that I'll be dead soon is the most important tool I've ever encountered to help me make the big choices in life. Because almost everything — all external expectations, all pride, all fear of embarrassment or failure - these things just fall away in the face of death, leaving only what is truly important. Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.
By your stumbling, the world is perfected.
Every afternoon, a perfessor of theoretical physics comes into the university bar, sits in the next-to-last seat, turns to the last seat -- which is empty -- and asks a woman who isn't there if he can buy her a drink.
The barmaid is accustomed to weird university types, so she just silently shrugs at his antics.
As Valentine's Day arrives, and the persistent perfessor makes a particularly heart-wrenching plea into empty space. Curiosity gets the better of the barmaid, so she asks "Surely you notice