Mythology: the body of a primitive people's beliefs, concerning its origin, early history, heroes, deitits and so forth, as distinguished from the true accounts which it invents later.
As lousy as things are now, tomorrow they will be somebody's good old days.
Everybody knows there is no fineness or accuracy of suppression; if you hold down one thing, you hold down the adjoining.
Posterity is as likely to be wrong as anybody else.
There's nobody at home But Jumping Joan, And father and mother and I.
Everybody has a little bit of Watergate in him.
The body is shaped, disciplined, honored, and in time, trusted.
Know then, whatever cheerful and serene Supports the mind, supports the body too: Hence, the most vital movement mortals feel Is hope, the balm and lifeblood of the soul.
I'm eighteen years behind in my ironing. There's no use doing it now, it doesn't fit anybody I know.
The human spirit is your specifically human dimension and contains abilities other creatures do not have. Every human is spiritual; in fact, spirit is the essence of being human. You have a body that may become ill; you have a psyche that may become disturbed. But the spirit is what you are. It is your healthy core.
It's funny. All you have to do is say something nobody understands and they'll do practically anything you want them to.
Everything is funny as long as it is happening to somebody else.
To me, it's a good idea to always carry two sacks of something when you walk around. That way, if anybody says, 'Hey, can you give me a hand?' you can say, 'Sorry, got these sacks.'
A good way to threaten somebody is to light a stick of dynamite. Then you call the guy and hold the burning fuse up to the phone. 'Hear that?' you say, 'That's dynamite, baby.'
If I lived back in the wild west days, instead of carrying a six-gun in my holster, I'd carry a soldering iron. That way, if some smart-aleck cowboy said something like 'Hey, look. He's carrying a soldering iron!' and started laughing, and everybody else started laughing, I could just say, 'That's right, it's a soldering iron. The soldering iron of justice.' Then everybody would get real quiet and ashamed, because they had made fun of the soldering iron of justice.
Nobody ever died of laughter.
Thou seest how sloth wastes the sluggish body, as water is corrupted unless it moves. [Lat., Cernis ut ignavum corrumpant otia corpus Ut capiant vitium ni moveantur aquae.]
Nothing else so destroys the power to stand alone as the habit of leaning upon others. If you lean, you will never be strong or original. Stand alone or bury your ambition to be somebody in the world.
We are not ourselves When nature, being oppressed, commands the mind To suffer with the body.
The master in the art of living makes little distinction between his work and his play, his labor and his leisure, his mind and his body, his information and his recreation, his love and his religion. He hardly knows which is which. He simply pursues his vision of excellence at whatever he does, leaving others to decide whether he is working or playing. To him he's always doing both.
to be nobody-but-myself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make me everybody else means, to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight, and never stop fighting.
We are that which activates the body.
We are all cells in the same body of humanity.
Everybody can be great. Because anybody can serve.. You only need a heart full of grace. A soul generated by love.
The body is a community made up of its innumerable cells or inhabitants.