I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.

Water’s water and that’s why it’s beautiful.

It’s an already inside outside, The philosophers say it’s the soulBut it’s not the soul: it’s the animal or the man itselfIn its way of existing.

What comes, when it comes, will be what it is.

I’m glad I see with my eyes and not the pages I’ve read.

I'm one of my sensations.

Accept the universeAs the gods gave it to you.If the gods wanted to give you something elseThey’d have done it.If there are other matters and other worldsThere are.

I’m in no hurry: the sun and the moon aren’t, either.Nobody goes faster than the legs they have.If where I want to go is far away, I’m not there in an instant.(6/20/1919)

And I find a happiness in the fact of accepting —In the sublimely scientific and difficult fact of accepting the inevitable natural.

I’d like to have enough time and quietTo think about absolutely nothing, To not ever feel myself living, To only know myself in others’ eyes, reflected.

On a whitely cloudy day I get sad, almost afraid, And I begin to meditate about problems I make up.

I am never proud to participate in violence, yet I know that each of us must care enough for ourselves that we can be ready and able to come to our own defense when and wherever needed.

Can all you worries add a single moment to your life? Of course not!

Time magazine has selected their person of the year. Guess what, it's President-elect Barack Obama. Yeah, ironically, Ebony magazine announced their person of the year, and it's Ed Begley Jr.

Thanksgiving began in 1621 when Native Americans sat down with a bunch of undocumented pilgrims. They had dinner and the pilgrims never left.

Short things are short all over and long things are long all over.

No cloud above, no earth below, A universe of sky and snow.

Anyone supported by the United States is cursed by us.

Don’t expect to get anything back, don’t expect recognition for your efforts, don’t expect your genius to be discovered or your love to be understood. Act because you need to act

This night I hold an old accustomed feast, Whereto I have invited many a guest, Such as I love; and you among the store, One more, most welcome, makes my number more.

Whatever my job description consists of, becomes my job. Maybe it's just the way I tackle work, in general.