In preparing for battle I have always found that plans are useless, but planning is indispensable.
~Dwight D. Eisenhower
…inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.
It never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our own. If a god appeared to us—or a wise human being, even—and prohibited us from concealing our thoughts or imagining anything without immediately shouting it out, we wouldn’t make it through a single day. That’s how much we value other people’s opinions—instead of our own.
~ Marcus Aurelius, Meditations 12.4
Ponder for a long time whether you shall admit a given person to your friendship; but when you have decided to admit him, welcome him with all your heart and soul. ~Seneca
One common cause of this mistake of preferring to imagine and admire a great ideal instead of beginning to do little deeds is our impatience with little baby steps, our lack of humility.
~Peter Kreeft, Prayer for Beginners
I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.
I used to do the above when I lived and worked in Las Vegas. With the exception of Sunday church attendance, a stop at the gas station and maybe some grocery shopping afterwards.
Here in Belgium, I have learned to do speedy recharging. All I need is a few hours alone on an occasional Saturday.
It’s just men and ants. There’s the ants build their cities, live their lives, have wars, revolutions, until men want them out of the way, and then they go out of the way. That’s what we are now _ just ants.
I made veggie burgers for lunch using last night’s leftover potatoes. My wariness of soy products, which are usually highly processed, ignites quite some creativity when it comes to my choosing of non-meat ingredients. Life does not need to be complicated. Hand me some good old potatoes…
I bought a big bag of potatoes and it’s growing eyes like crazy. Other foods rot. Potatoes want to see.
Do I not destroy my enemies when I make them my friends?
Cooking is at once child’s play and adult joy. And cooking done with care is an act of love.