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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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...

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

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.

I gather the last remnants of the evening’s breeze, so cool and lazy within my arms, feeling it curl up like a small and innocent kitten.

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

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...

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.

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.

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

Remember, Little Ones, everything is not important all the time. Only living is important all the time. Not things. Not money. Not more things and more endless money. Spend well the quality of your time....

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...

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

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

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.

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...

It is you who must someday break through the protective polish of who you are, to become naked and powerful to who you can truly be.

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

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...

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

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.

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 . . .

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

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,...

Hate is a very strong, pure emotion to be wasted on people you don’t care about.

The things you don’t know or understand are as important as your desire to know them. This is the relationship of man to mystery.

Money. It fits around your neck like some permanent noose. always waiting for your next misstep.

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.

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

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.

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...

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

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

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...

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

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

I travel because I become uncomfortable being too comfortable.

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

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

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...

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

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