Whatever our creed or belief, we all know that there is no way back, that we must fight our way through.

Play is older than culture, for culture, however inadequately defined, always presupposes human society, and animals have not waited for man to teach them their playing.

Culture arises and unfolds in and as play... culture itself bears the character of play.

Play is a uniquely adaptive act, not subordinate to some other adaptive act, but with a special function of its own in human experience.

Every age yearns for a more beautiful world. The deeper the desperation and the depression about the confusing present, the more intense that yearning.

You can deny, if you like, nearly all abstractions: justice, beauty, truth, goodness, mind, God. You can deny seriousness, but not play.

Educators are aware that they can reach the youth only by making use of gang spirit and guiding it, not by working against it.

The eternal gulf between being and idea can only be bridged by the rainbow of imagination.

If we are to preserve culture we must continue to create it.

The modern city hardly knows a pure darkness or true silence anymore, nor does it know the effect of a single small light or that of a lonely distant shout.

Quite apart from any conscious program, the great cultural historians have always been historical morphologists: seekers after theforms of life, thought, custom, knowledge, art.

Ah, but I was so much older thenI’m younger than that now

One thing I have learnt in this life, is that you got to have Jesus.

The whole business is built on ego, vanity, self-satisfaction, and it's total crap to pretend it's not.

Blessed are they who see beautiful things in humble places where other people see nothing. Continue to share your heart with people even if it's been broken.

Every betrayal contains a perfect moment, a coin stamped heads or tails with salvation on the other side.

I've tried everything. I've done therapy, I've done colonics. I went to a psychic who had me running around town buying pieces of ribbon to fill the colors in my aura. Did the Prozac thing.

I am afraid I shall not find him, but I shall still look for him, for if he exists, he may be appreciative of my efforts.

Dom DeLuise was a big man in every way. He was big in size and created big laughter and joy.

Combinations of wickedness would overwhelm the world, by the advantage which licentious principles afford, did not those who have long practised perfidy grow faithless to each other.

On Man, on Nature, and on Human Life, Musing is solitude