You only live a short time... and you are dead a long time.

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.

Those who don't value their words, will never value your wishes.

What's money? A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and goes to bed at night and in between does what he wants to do.

Fear is the biggest motivator.

As you think, so shall you become.

Go in peace, James Carstairs.

Jesus' philosophy in life seemed to be, "Let's confuse as many people for as long as we can". He was an enigma. I felt I could have no better role model.

Once you learn to be happy, you won't tolerate being around people who make you feel anything less.

I feel young at heart, and I feel, like, you know, 40.

I almost went to bed without remembering the four white violets I put in the button-hole of your green sweater and how i kissed you then and you kissed me shy as though I’d never been your lover

It is said that the darkest hour of the night comes just before the dawn.