Quotes by Carew Papritz

To become a man is to carry out your word because you gave your word. And your word is you as a man. - The Legacy Letters, by Carew Papritz

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

Older doesnt always mean wiser. It just means that youve had more time to do the same things over and over again- right, wrong, and different.

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

Rain. Tumble, bumble and, fall on me. Any old day, any old way. Come for a visit, or come for a stay. Rain, rain, dont go away.

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

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 knowledge, but not the wisdom to use it wisely.

Why read? Because books are precious guides to our humanity—civilization’s backbone—that 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 . . .

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

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

Read what you like, not what youre told to like. That way youll 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.

Heavy rains and a good book. A perfect extravagance.

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

And I dont care what age you are, kissing in the rain is the best.

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

Rain with no shoes is just as much fun as rain with big rubber galoshes.

Summer, dropping so easily a delicious everything upon your skin and lips. Like a never-ending kiss—taunting, deep, and luscious. The sun. The heat. The thousand echoes of a timelessness before time, when every day seems longer than the next and no day seems likely to ever truly end. Summer.

Money. It fits around your neck like some permanent noose. always waiting for your next misstep.