Money can buy you knowledge, but not the wisdom to use it wisely.

I travel for the jolting, angelic act of seeking strangeness and newness and profoundness.

Money can buy you everything to fill your time but it cannot buy time itself. And things are definitely not time.

You might want more time in your life to attempt the things you like to do, and not just perform the things you have to do.

Rain. Tumble, bumble and, fall on me. Any old day, any old way. Come for a visit, or come for a stay. Rain, rain, don’t go away.

As I see it, you GET married – but you MAKE a marriage.

Kids. They’re not tin cans or sheetrock. They’re laughing machines. Wind them up and watch them go.

The trick to not growing old is to: Stay curious. Keep your teeth. Stay hopeful. Do everything gracefully, yet kick when you have to.

All you have to do to quickly become OLD is to slowly GIVE UP being ALIVE.

It’s a heck of a responsibility to look after a spirit. So give kids the best of who you are. That’s the most you can ever do.

But more importantly in my book of life, it’s what you can’t buy with money that is often more important than what you can buy.

My God, what a sensation to be an atom in the scheme of such grandiosity. The allurement, the jazz, and the physics of it all . . .

I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.

Be generous with your life – love deeply, honestly, and without reservation.

A Good Man. Every night, like a question-and-answer prayer, my son and I recite…What are you going to be? And he says…An honest man. A fair man. A courageous man. And a good man. That’s...

In reality, Little Ones, there are two winters. One made for kids; the other for adults. The one made for adults is always too cold and always too long. The one made for kids is...

Older doesn’t always mean wiser. It just means that you’ve had more time to do the same things over and over again- right, wrong, and different.

I promise to dream with you both great dreams and small dreams. To ask your counsel in times of uncertainty. To honor your silence when you seek to be alone. To be ever wondrous at...

Part of loving kids is laying down fencelines. They need to know immediately when they’ve crossed a line; otherwise the lesson doesn’t get learned.

A good man lives for the joy in life and the happiness of being alive, not shackled to the wants of the future or the regrets of the past.

Don’t spoil kids by trying to buy them off, to buy their time. Kids aren’t stupid. They know a bribe when they see one. They want a parent not a payoff.

Dream young. Don’t settle for old – for to be old is to be superstitious and without curiosity and always questioning your faith. And be ferocious in your dreaming – run like a sun’s explosion,...

I wish I could wrap up the glitter star-green of this moment and hand it to you like an angel gift. Give you the heat lightning flying in jagged silence over the distant mountains. And...

Sometimes I travel just to be overwhelmed – for it’s good every now and then to be overwhelmed.

MUSIC. Tunneling right down into your CORE and SOULTIME. Hep, sloppy, SEXY and cerebral. Chancy and hip-swinging like ELVIS and your first teenage KISS.

I want to remember…Smelling your newness upon this earth. The baby-Jesus smell as Grandma used to put it. Pure. Unsullied. Like the imagined smell in the twirling air of eiderdown feathers spin-floating around the yard...

Kids are kids and not little adults. They’re watching and listening to you all the time. They’re figuring out the game plan but still don’t know all the rules. Talk straight to them and they’ll...

To become a man is to carry out your word because you gave your word. And your word is you as a man.” – The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz

I travel for the great stories now ready tell, and those waiting to be told.

I want to remember warming your two a.m. bottle, clipping your locks, watching you be baptized, bathing you in the big porcelain sink… how I often laid you against my chest and felt the cradlesong...

Start with a brand new good-morning. To your husband or your wife. To your kids. To those you work with – and don’t work with. What’s the harm? How difficult is it? And it isn’t,...

Love your kids and just be there for them. You don’t have to eyeball their every moment or to orchestrate all their comings and goings. They know this. They know that’s too much. All they...

If you don’t know how to grow old, don’t start learning how to grow old.

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss – taunting, deep, and luscious.

I travel because life is short, and I will not wait for fear of death or sanctuary to become a prison of my own making.

I LOVE YOU” If said only when you have to?What good is it to ride a horse if you cannot gallop?What good is it to believe in someone if you doubt your own belief?

I remember once kissing you, your face lit by northern stars. Promising to grow old with you, and now so simply breaking the promise.

Read what you like, not what you’re told to like. That way you’ll read for a lifetime.

I travel to know where I fit into the world, and where I don’t.

It’s a fool who thinks that having a kid is a right, which is the biggest crock of fishheads I’ve ever heard. You have a responsibility, not only to a person but also to a...

Let my memories of you be like water on the moon. A beautiful impossibility – but allowing me to sleep and dream of infinite beginnings rather than Othello endings.

KIDS. They know a BRIBE when they see one. They want a PARENT, not a PAY-OFF. They don’t care if you’re Jack-King-Rodeo or Mister-You-Own-New-York. All they understand is time spent WITH YOU or WITHOUT YOU....

Walk with me now into this very bright night, and revere with me in silence what must be God-given and what is surely God-taken.

The Number One Rule of Working Is: DO THE BEST WORK YOU CAN. Why do anything but your best? What’s the point?

Take off my clothes and there becomes a man. Take off my skin and there becomes my bones. Break all my bones and there becomes my heart. Smash my heart and there becomes my soul....

I can feel her next to me. This union. Of warmth. Of caring. Of the indescribable. As if there were no parting and never could be.

These Moments Cascade Upon One Another”Here at shepherd’s dusk, in a valley without echo, I listen for you. With a frayed longing, I hear your shadow voice whispering within me from far away. I grasp...

Sometimes we make being happy so difficult. And being thankful such a chore.

Why read? Because books are precious guides to our humanity—civilization’s backbone—that tenuous ridgeline that allows us to climb above the jungle and see what the horizon has to offer. Thus they represent the yearning to...

I travel not only for the passion and madness and desire of movement, but because travel, like bread and water and air, becomes necessary to a life fully dreamed and lived.