It seems to me that the older I get, the more running around I do with less satisfaction, just spinning my wheels.

You can't be as old as I am without waking up with a surprised look on your face every morning.

It's been a privilege to be here.

For those of you who like to scarf your popcorn in the sack, the good news is that Newman's Own contains an aphrodisiac.

From salad dressings all blessings flow.

I wish I could recall with clarity the impulse that compelled me to help bring this camp into being. I'd be pleased if I could announce a motive of lofty purpose. I've been accused of compassion, of altruism, of devotion to Christian, Hebrew, and Muslim ethic, but however desperate I am to claim ownership of a high ideal, I cannot. I wanted, I think, to acknowledge Luck; the chance of it, the benevolence of it in my life, and the brutality of it in the lives of others, made especially savage for children because they may not be allowed the good fortune of a lifetime to correct it.

There really is no such thing as a sick child; there are children who happen to be sick. Think about it, and you will understand the magic of the Camps