Americans have a penchant for the future and tend to disregard the past.

Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

Ancestor worship, or filial piety so characteristic of Asian cultures, for example, does not really resonate with Americans who favor children, not grandparents.

Life, it seems, is nothing if not a series of initiations, transitions, and incorporations.

My academic identity is that of a folklorist, and for many years I have taught only folklore courses.

In my introductory course, Anthropology 160, the Forms of Folklore, I try to show the students what the major and minor genres of folklore are, and how they can be analyzed.

Future orientation is combined with a notion and expectation of progress, and nothing is impossible.

Americans often have trouble enjoying the present moment.

I mentioned that one of the tripartite formulas in American worldview involves time: past, present, and future.

Polls are frequently taken to try to tease out or determine likely directions and trends, but once taken, they belong to the past, requiring that new polls be taken.

Seeds you plant today determine the harvest you reap tomorrow.

If prices go down, we will have problems - problems in the sense of spillover to other areas.

Between now and then, 'til I see you again, I'll be loving you.

I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater with trays in both hands, place an order I can cater.

There is no true healing unless there is a change in outlook, peace of mind and inner happiness

A girl never cares who casts the first stone at her -- as long as it's a diamond

What you think is a setback, is really a set-up for a greater comeback!

Climate change is real. The science is compelling. And the longer we wait, the harder the problem will be to solve.

Terence: nihil humanum alienum a me-"nothing human is alien to me," the greatest expression of ancient megalopsychia or great-souled and cosmopolitan "magnanimity."

We live not in our moments or our years: The present we fling from us like the rind Of some sweet future, which we after find Bitter to taste.