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, in having children, you not only physically look after and protect them but also protect them with all the love and learning you have to give.

It’s a fool who thinks having a kid is a right, which is the biggest crock of fish heads I’ve ever heard.

Money may buy you the means to a happiness, but it cannot buy happiness itself.

While all the universe and my family are still sleeping, I will walk among the red and blue twinkle-lights of the living room, to sit and gaze upon the pretty white angel atop the tree...

Wake up. Be thankful. For whatever happens on this day, you are endlessly given the chance to start again-to be alive. And all of us should wish for that.

POLITENESS must carry the true weight of SINCERITY and INTEGRITY for it to be a true act of POLITENESS.

Enjoy what you are learning and doing. This is one of the hardest concepts in the entire world to understand. Harder yet to put into practice.

Just because you’re breathing, doesn’t mean you’re alive.

Reading teaches us the nuances of humanity. To find the beauty of what is moral and ethical in your own actions and discover the strange subtlety of what it is to question why you should...

You haven’t seen a thing until you’ve seen this man fight. My sword is sharp. My heart strong. My spirit ferocious – and I am going to live. Let the swords clash. Let the fight...

Be the greatest of who you were meant to be. Life goes on ferociously-with or without you. It is your choice. Truly and magnificently your choice.

Enjoy the RIDE NOW. You’ll be SUCCESSFUL later, however YOU define SUCCESS.

Why travel? To be changed, and to be changed again and again.

Money – it can buy you a moment of glee but not a lifetime of happiness.

Living isn’t always red bows and birthday balloons.

So curious you must be. Like little calves poking their heads through the fence with big eyes and a headful of curiosity.

You become a man when you marry not just for love but to be a partner with your wife. To be the best man you can be with her, and when you fall short, to...

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.

So, if the truest currency of life is time, then how do you get more time? Because if more is merrier, than having more time should make us more happier. Right? Therefore, all we have...

Only you can know the difference between your wants and your needs, and your sacrifice of your life’s time to both.

Don’t have kids until you’re ready. And when you do have them, have them all the way. They aren’t like some Cadillac that you can turn back into the dealership after three years.

Your time is your time. Be awake to it. It’s hard work to be wisely alive.

As an adult, be child-like as you learn but not child-ish as you live.

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...