All I owe the world is my art.
You are what you are" "Which is what? I wondered
if you learn to hate one or two persons. . . you'll soon hate millions of people.
Live today. Not yesterday. Not tomorrow. Just today. Inhabit your moments. Don't rent them out to tomorrow.
Peace and harmony do not require perfection. Thank goodness for that—because life so often seems to be an itch here, a glitch there, a mess waiting to happen. Harmony is flexible. It bends with imperfection. So should you.
How much better might human communication be if words were as precious as diamonds? If each of us were allotted only 100 words per day?
A mockingbird has moved into our neighborhood. It perches atop a telephone pole behind our backyard. Every morning it is the first thing I hear. It is impossible to be unhappy when listening to a mockingbird. So stuffed with songs it is, it can't seem to make up it's mind which to sing first, so it sings them all, a dozen different songs at once, in a dozen different voices. On and on it sings without a pause, so peppy, even frantic, as if its voice alone is keeping the world awake.
After what others would call a fun day out together, we feel as if we have been at the Red Cross, donating blood.
If my body needs something, I need to give it that.
Jazz is the last refuge of the untalented. Jazz musicians enjoy themselves more than anyone listening to them does.
Under my administration, anyone who illegally crosses the border will be detained until they are removed out of America and back to the country from which they came.