Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Daisies

If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time.

I would relax.
I would limber up.
I would be sillier than I have been on this trip.

I know of very few things I would take seriously.
I would be crazier.
I would be less hygienic.
I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers, and watch more sunsets.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.

You see, I am one of the people who lives sensibly and sanely, hour after hour, day after day.

Oh, I’ve had my moments.
And, if I had it to do over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else.
Just moments, one after the other, instead of living so many years ahead each day.

I have been one of those people who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a hot water bottle, a raincoat, and a parachute.

If I had it to do over again,
I would go more places and do things
I’d travel lighter than I have.

If I had my life to live over again,
I would start barefooted earlier in the Spring and stay that way later in the Autumn.
I would play hookey more.
I wouldn't make such good grades except by accident.
I'd let my imagination run wild more often.
I would ride on more merry-go-rounds.
I’d pick more daisies

[Attributed to one Nadine Stair of Louisville, Kentucky, in 1977, by Robert Terry, at the Oklahoma State University 1996 Distinguished Lecture AAAE Meeting, and said by him to have been published in the Seeker Newsletter, 1977 (according to the Journal of Agricultural Education, Vol. 38, No.1, 1997).]

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

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Monday, November 20, 2006

People ask why and how as an excuse for not doing what they should do.

Monday, November 13, 2006

A principle isn't a principle, until it costs you something.
Epitaph for a Politician

A Dead Statesman

I could not dig: I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.
Now all my lies are proved untrue
And I must face the men I slew.
What tale shall serve me here among
Mine angry and defrauded young?

(Rudyard Kipling)

Tuesday, October 31, 2006

However beautiful the strategy, you should occasionally look at the results.

(Attributed to Winston Churchill)

Thursday, October 19, 2006

A bad song is better than no song.