Every Christmas, all around Ghana, there are tons of these parties and they are full of everything that exists in human life in Ghana and worldwide.
How embarrassing it is to be human.
For some reason, the most vocal Christians among us never mention the Beatitudes (Matthew 5). But, often with tears in their eyes, they demand that the Ten Commandments be posted in public buildings. And of course, that's Moses, not Jesus. I haven't heard one of them demand that the Sermon on the Mount, the Beatitudes, be posted anywhere. "Blessed are the merciful" in a courtroom? "Blessed are the peacemakers" in the Pentagon? Give me a break!
Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before.
It's a terrible waste to be happy and not notice it.
True terror is to wake up one morning and discover that your high school class is running the country.
The secret to success in any human endeavor is total concentration.
If I lived in another country, like a country that was, say, an enemy of the United States, I would be more amused than I am.
I figured if the plane goes down, I'll go with a great genius and will always have my name connected with his.
It's horrible for someone to listen to someone learning any instrument - when I was first learning the banjo, I used to have to go out and sit in the car, and even in the summertime I'd have to roll up the windows. Because you just couldn't practice a banjo or a fiddle with other people around. Unless they're being paid.
I once sat on the rim of a mesa above the Rio Grande for three days and nights, trying to have a vision. I got hungry and saw God in the form of a beef pie.