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.

Sometimes the best way is to get out of your own way.

Old is old at any age. Old is when you quit asking questions about this, that, and everything. Old is when you forget how to love-or worse, don’t care. Old is when you don’t want...

Money-it can buy your kids anything, but it cannot teach them love, respect, and the true value of living life without things.

Marriage is not the beginning of the journey, nor the end – it is the journey.

Teach them what you love to do in life. It really doesn’t matter what it is. It never does. Just show them how important a passion is . . .

Time. Either you are for it or against it. So be here now. Not later.

Marriage is love put to it’s ultimate test – the grindstone of life. Where the idealism of love meets the everydayness of marriage.

Respect both what you need to know and what you don’t need to know. Respect mystery, for mystery is still needed to run the universe.” — The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz”Things I didn’t know.

There are hard days to live. You awake to a day when you feel you’ve done it all before, and you’re going to do it again, so why do it at all.

There’s so much to learn. So much to enjoy. So terribly much to be curious about. Take your life and run with it. Make a habit of being alive. This much of anything, I have...

Sometimes I feel as if I’m only a doorman awaiting the arrival of her royal majesty.

Eat Ice Cream. Read Books. Be Happy.

It is everything that makes a man. It is everything that makes this man. And that is who I am alive, and that is who I am dead.

Do not give a damn what “they” have to say (and you will know who they are) for you are either very right or very wrong, but at least you are very something.

When do you become a man? When you become your own man. When other men trust you to do a man’s work. Trust you with their name, their reputation, their thoughts. Trust you to watch...

So How Much of a THING or THINGS is Enough? And if you have EVERYTHING, have you achieved perfect HAPPINESS?

Spring is a time to make up a big bouquet of flowers for someone you love, or are trying to love, or are in love with.

Starting the day—Another chance to be new again. How many of us still wish for that? To be your own sunrise. To awaken like a prayer—both solemn and joyful at still being alive . ....

You become a man when you give your family the best of who you are.

Becoming a man means doing the right thing even though it may be hard or difficult. Boys do what is easiest. A man does what is right, whether easy or not.

Get someone-anyone-to read books to you. Having books read to you at any age is the supremo ultimato of living.

No, you become a man when you first decide to put away the things of childhood, the talk of childhood, and the thoughts of childhood. You decide because you cannot be treated as both a...

Remember, it’s still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you’d have nothing to look forward to. Besides, to be wise and eighteen is as possible as catching lightning...

You know there’s got to be a better way of life – somewhere, sometime, somehow – but you’re not exactly sure what better is.

More than likely you’ll do well enough alone by the engines of your own fate until you either hit a few really nasty bumps in the road or grow old enough to realize that there...

Sunrise – a time when all truths are still clean and enviable.

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

I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven’t seen, how much I’m not going to see, and how much I still need to see.