Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she
would come in and sink my read more

Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she
would come in and sink my boats.

The rich live hand-to-mouth too-just on a higher level.

The rich live hand-to-mouth too-just on a higher level.

Tough times never last but tough people do.

Tough times never last but tough people do.

By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has
a son who thinks he's read more

By the time a man realizes that maybe his father was right, he usually has
a son who thinks he's wrong.

If your work is becoming uninteresting, so are you. Work is an inanimate thing and can be made lively and read more

If your work is becoming uninteresting, so are you. Work is an inanimate thing and can be made lively and interesting only by injecting yourself into it. Your job is only as big as you are.

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and read more

If you want to build a ship, don't drum up people to collect wood and don't assign them tasks and work, but rather teach them to long for the endless immensity of the sea.

To think is to practice brain chemistry.

To think is to practice brain chemistry.

The only yardstick for success our society has is being a champion. No one remembers anything else.

The only yardstick for success our society has is being a champion. No one remembers anything else.

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six read more

Here is little Effie's head. Her brains are made of gingerbread. When
the judgement day comes, God will find six crumbs. Stooping by the coffin
lid waiting for something to rise as the something's always did. Imagine
His surprise, bellowing above the general noise, "Where is Effie? She
was dead." Back to God in a tiny voice: "My name's Maybe."
The first crumb said. The number two crumb picked up the song.
"Might, I'm called. I've done no wrong." Cried the third crumb,
"I am Should. Here's our little brother Could and my big sister
Would. Don't punish us for we've been good." And the last crumb, with
some shame, whispered unto God, "My name is Must and with the others,
we've been Effie, who isn't alive and never was. Cross the threshold have
no dread. Lift the sheet back in this way.