All religion relates to life, and the life of religion is to do good
Once upon a time, man had a love affair with fire.
They say that somewhere in Africa the elephants have a secret grave where they go to lie down, unburden their wrinkled gray bodies, and soar away, light spirits at the end.
We all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls.
After years of having a dog, you know him. You know the meaning of his snuffs and grunts and barks. Every twitch of the ears is a question or statement, every wag of the tail is an exclamation.
No one ever grows up. They may look grown-up, but it's a disguise. It's just the clay of time. Men and women are still children deep in their hearts. They still would like to jump and play, but that heavy clay won't let them.
Maybe crazy is what they call anybody who's got magic in them after they're no longer a child.
Let us treasure up in our soul some of those things which are permanent. . . , not of those which will forsake us and be destroyed, and which only tickle our senses for a little while.
I would think a lot more would be done to demand justice, to demand that officials in Belgrade have a serious investigation.
The penalty for a long life is increasing resistance to change.
I can't pretend that I'm a great student of the art of comedy because anybody that becomes philosophical about humour doesn't know what he's talking about.