When we move in a direction that touches our heart, we add to the momentum of deeper purpose that makes us feel more alive.

When you procrastinate you become a slave to yesterday.

I once took a poo in the woods while hunched over like an animal. It was AWESOME.

I never heerd...nor read of nor see in picters, any angel in tights and gaiters...but...he's a reg'lar thoroughbred angel for all that.

Nothing says holidays, like a cheese log.

Look at what your idea of success would be. The more that you take in external motivators, the more it reduces your ultimate satisfaction because it doesn't come from inside.

Memories and magic is what Christmas is all about.

I'd rather be in a tent than in a house.

I forced myself to picture the last moments. The penultimate breath. A final sigh. And yet. It was always followed by another.

Happy (if mortals can be) is the man,Who, not by priest but Reason, rules his span:Reason, to its possessor a sure guide,Reason, a thorn in Revelation's side.

There are always, of course, job losses of a cyclical nature in a recession.