My home is not a place, it is people.
I must create a system, or be enslaved by another man's.
Don't mace him!" I shouted over the din. "You'll get us all too.
How we treasure (and admire) the people who acknowledge us!
Go through your phone book, call people and ask them to drive you to the airport. The ones who will drive you are your true friends. The rest aren't bad people; they're just acquaintances.
By learning to discover and value our ordinariness, we nurture a friendliness toward ourselves and the world that is the essence of a healthy soul.
The best of us must sometimes eat our words.