Life is a paradise for those who love many things with a passion.

Live nutty. Just occasionally. Just once in a while. And see what happens. It brightens up the day.

I am often accused of being childish. I prefer to interpret that as child-like. I still get wildly enthusiastic about little things. I tend to exaggerate and fantasize and embellish. I still listen to instinctual urges. I play with leaves. I skip down the street and run against the wind. I never water my garden without soaking myself. It has been after such times of joy that I have achieved my greatest creativity and produced my best work.

The heart is the place where we live our passions. It is frail and easily broken, but wonderfully resilient. There is no point in trying to deceive the heart. It depends upon our honesty for its survival.

If one wishes to know love, one must live love, in action.

We need others. We need others to love and we need to be loved by them.

The only people who become wealthy by being concerned with the future are insurance companies.