the-legacy-letters

How much better does being alive get then sitting beside a warm fire amidst a misty rainy morning.

Rain with an umbrella while holding hands with your lover is damned sure nice.

Read what you like, not what you're told to like. That way you'll read for a lifetime.

Get someone-anyone-to read books to you. Having books read to you at any age is the supremo ultimato of living.

And Sometimes I Feel as if I'm Only a Doorman Awaiting the Arrival of her Royal Majesty.

Remember, life is too short to be spent dancing with idiots.

Why read? Because books are precious guides to our humanity__ivilization__ backbone__hat tenuous ridgeline that allows us to climb above the jungle and see what the horizon has to offer. Thus they represent the yearning to go beyond, to explore. Yet they are also human-sized . . .

Money can buy you knowledge, but not the wisdom to use it wisely.

So curious you must be. Like little calves poking their heads through the fence with big eyes and a headful of curiosity.

Money can buy you everything to fill your time but it cannot buy time itself. And things are definitely not time.

Rain. Tumble, bumble and, fall on me. Any old day, any old way. Come for a visit, or come for a stay. Rain, rain, don't go away.

Money - it can buy you a moment of glee but not a lifetime of happiness.

Read what you like, not what you__e told to like. That way you__l read for a lifetime.

Remember, it's still a mystery to be an adult. If you knew it all before eighteen, you'd have nothing to look forward to.

It is you who must someday break through the protective polish of who you are, to become naked and powerful to who you can truly be.

There are hard days to live. And sometimes they will be just a few, and sometimes they will seem endless. And eventually you'll come to understand that we've all been there before - or more than likely are going there now. And maybe that idea will make it easier for you, and maybe it won't. But there will still be hard days to live, and you will still have to find your way through them.

MUSIC. Tunneling right down into your CORE and SOULTIME. Hep, sloppy, SEXY and cerebral. Chancy and hip-swinging like ELVIS and your first teenage KISS.

My God, what a sensation to be an atom in the scheme of such grandiosity. The allurement, the jazz, and the physics of it all . . .