We even make ourselves up, fusing what we are with what we wish into what we must become. I'm not sure why it must be so, but it is.

If dandelions were rare and fragile, people would knock themselves out to pay $14.95 a plant, raise them by hand in greenhouses, and form dandelion societies and all that. But, they are everywhere and don't need us and kind of do what they please. So we call them weeds and murder them at every opportunity

Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there at the sandpile at Sunday School.

Speed and efficiency do not always increase the quality of life.

I don't think there is a hidden purpose to the universe that you have to puzzle out.

These are the things I learned: share everything, play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life. Learn some and think some and draw some and paint and sing and dance and play and work some every day. Take a nap every afternoon, and, when you go out into the world, watch for traffic, hold hands, and stick together.

Manuals have their uses ... but they are not to be confused with living.