There is a certain phase in the life of the aged when the warmth of the heart seems to increase in direct proportion with the years.
We will continue to see a convergence of the digital and physical world. Those who conquer that trend will be market leaders.
Faith is a reality and it reaches out to facts that are more solid, more real, more substantial, and more eternal than anything registered by our physical senses.
When I'm writing a novel, I'm dealing with a double life. I live in the present at the same time that I live in the past with my characters. It is this that makes a novelist so eccentric and unpleasant.
Ultimate stupidity: Mistakenly thinking you will get what you want by complaining about and focusing on exactly what you don't want.
When you finally realize that peace is your natural state of being then you will know that any form of non-peace is a belief in illusion. Illusion that anything should be something other than what it is which can never be so. What if instead of waiting for what isn't to become your version of what is, why don't you be peaceful right now while you alter what isn't for you if you so choose? Is it ever worth it to wear a cloak of non-peacefulness over God Brilliance?
No amount of anxiety or worry is going to make any difference to anything that's going to happen anyway, so why let yourself feel so heavy?
If you're going to San Francisco, be sure to wear some flowers in your hair, if you're going to San Francisco, you're gonna meet some gentle people there.
It's been a great adventure, everything I hoped for. But it's time to go home. I miss my family. I miss the Earth.
The way you can recognize to what you are committed to is by your actual results. What you have gotten in life is a direct result (good or bad) to what you have been committed to.
It is worthwhile for anyone to have behind him a few generations of honest, hard-working ancestry.
Traditionally, songwriters can't sing. And that holds true in my case, also.
Happy the Man, who void of Cares and Strife, In Silken, or in Leathern Purse retains A Splendid Shilling: He nor hears with Pain New Oysters cry'd, nor sighs for chearful Ale
Technology makes things faster and more cost-effective, but it's not perfect. It requires you to be as flexible as you can be.
When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.
Little pains In a due hour employ'd great profit yields.
Should and should not's are the furthest form or non-reality there is even the best scientists can't track what does.
It's thrilling. There's birth and death and frustration and victory in raising horses. It's like a little microcosm of life is built into the short lives of these creatures.
We constantly learn new lessons up here. The experiences we gather will enable us to establish a long-term station on the moon and to go on to Mars.
My galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.