Be not afraid of life.
Believe that life is worth living,
and your belief will help create the fact.
William James, The Will to Believe and Other Essays in Popular Philosophy
Be not afraid of life.
Believe that life is worth living,
and your belief will help create the fact.
William James, The Will to Believe and Other Essays in Popular Philosophy
He’s supposed to call his doctor, but for now he’s the May King with his own maypole.
He’s hallelujah. He’s glory hole. The world has more women than he can shake a stick
at. The world is his brickbat, no conscience to prick at, all of us Germans he can ich
liebe dich at. He’s Dick and Jane. He’s Citizen Kane. He’s Bob Dole.
He’s Peter the Great. He’s a tsar. He’s a clown car with an extra car.
Funiculì, Funiculà. He’s an organ donor. He works pro boner. He’s folderol.
He’s fiddlesticks. He’s the light left on at Motel 6. He’s free-for-alls.
He’s Viagra Falls. He’s bangers and mash. He’s balderdash. He’s a wanker.
He’s got his own anchor. He’s whack-a-doodle. King Canoodle. He’s a pirate, Long John
Silver, walking his own plank. He has science to thank. He’s in like Flynn. He’s Gunga Din,
holding his breath, cock of the walk through the valley of the shadow of death. He’s Icarus,
hickory dickerous, the mouse run up the clock. He’s shock and awe. He’s Arkansas.
He’s the package, the deal, the Good Housekeeping Seal. He’s Johnson & Johnson.
He’s a god now, the talk of the town. He’s got no place to go but down.
John Hogden
Happiness is holding someone in your arms
and knowing you hold the whole world.
Orhan Pamuk, Snow
Life is a creative endeavor. It is active, not passive.
We are the yeast that leavens our lives into rich, fully baked loaves.
When we experience our lives as flat and lackluster,
it is our consciousness that is at fault.
We hold the inner key that turns our lives from thankless to fruitful.
That key is "Blessing."
Julia Cameron, Blessings: Prayers and Declarations for a Heartful Life
There is no reason why good cannot triumph as often as evil.
The triumph of anything is a matter of organization.
If there are such things as angels, I hope that they are organized along the lines of the Mafia.
Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan