Never mind, love, it's not the end of the world.

If you are old and you wish to be young again, if only for a moment, try and identify a dragonfly.

What politician ever thinks beyond 4 or 5 years? But such thinking is hopelessly inadequate for the big questions that involve the fabric of the world we live in

Everybody loves birdsong. It's a human need... the sound of birds gives a deep, if sometimes almost unnoticed, pleasure

Sport is something that does not matter, but is performed as if it did. In that contradiction lies its beauty

The comfort zone is always the most desirable place to be. But in settling for comfort, there is a price to pay and it comes in the death of ambition, of hope, of youth and the death of self.

A living countryside is not a luxury but a necessity for the human population; if you let conservation go hang until your pockets are jingling there will be a lot less to conserve

The traditional dress of the Australian cricketer is the baggy green cap on the head and the chip on the shoulder. Both are ritualistically assumed

There was an advert I rather liked. Devastated woman: "I've just seen the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse!" Husband: "Never mind, love, it's not the end of the world."

Penalties are not football. They are not even as television people keep telling us, great drama. They are cheap melodrama.

It is a truism that no row is ever about what it is about.

Whatever you choose to do with your time on earth, do it passionately, follow the voice of your soul and don't focus some much on being interested in life, but being the interesting one full of life.

Your words determine who you are and who you want to be.

This isn’t a church social, Sweetheart. You aren’t going to be able to save me this time.

When people did stupid things around him, that was usually the last thing they did.

Nobody puts Roach in the corner.

Through silence, through meditation, and through non-judgment, you will access the first law, the Law of Pure Potentiality.

Everything that exists is born for no reason, carries on living through weakness, and dies by accident

When I have fears that I may ceace to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teaming brain".

I do a lot of CG stuff for fun.

No enlightened person would deny its premise, but as an ongoing program it is monotonous, limited, locked in a perception of victimization.