Clean Up Your Own Mess.

There Is Nothing In Your Budget For Joy. No Books, No Flowers, No Music, Not Even A Cold Beer. And There Is Nothing In Your Budget To Give Away To Someone Else. We Don’t Help People Who Don’t Have Better Values Than You Do.

If You Want An Interesting Party Sometime, Combine Cocktails And A Fresh Box Of Crayons For Everyone.

Only Now Have I Finally Realized That My Life Has Been An Unending Field Trip. And I Have Tried Hard Not To Be A Tourist. But To Be An Adventurer, A Traveler, An Explorer, A Learner, And A Pilgrim.

Wisdom Was Not At The Top Of The Graduate-school Mountain, But There At The Sandpile At Sunday School.

But It Does No Good--solves Nothing--to Distance Myself From The Front Lines Of Human Need By Using The Mail As A Safe Shelter. I Believe That Serving The Best Ends Of Humanity Means Getting Out In The Middle Of It Just As It Is, Not Staying Home Writing Checks And Thinking Hopeful Thoughts. The World Does Not Need Tourists Who Ride By In A Bus Clucking Their Tongues. The World As It Is Needs Those Who Will Love It Enough To Change It, With What They Have, Where They Are. And You're Damned Right That's Idealistic. No Apology. When Idealism Goes Into The Trash As Junk Mail, We're Finished.