The word “love” has confused people from the beginning of time.
In 94 years of living, I’ve learned a few things about love.
An early Christmas present
At the Plaza Live Theater on Monday, Dec. 7, some 18 players from the Orlando Philharmonic delivered an early Christmas present: “Bach’s Brilliance.”
We all find ways of “advertising” ourselves, our children, our careers, our skills.
Learning when to say “no” may help your career more than always saying “yes” — and then sometimes not being able to live up to expectations.
The little war that is all too often being waged between our ears mercifully comes to a pause at times, in what we welcome as “moments of tranquility.”
A great deal of the human race seems from afar to be as busy as a swarm of bees in what is strangely a longing for escape from the “madding throng.”
Seated with friends at a bounteous Thanksgiving table, we hold hands with those on either side of us and join in the blessing being said.
At 94, I am indebted to my genes and to temperate living for a strong physical constitution.
We human beings are quick to find things that will make the present more pleasant and postpone our confrontation with reality.
Refreshing ourselves is a prime human pastime, even though it implies a return to things past.
“Griping” is an old American custom, much used and much respected.
Griping perhaps carries with it the right to see a condition critically, and even the tacit promise to improve it.
Any music lover living in our area should now perforce applaud things taking place on our musical scene.
Any attentive musician would have to be deaf not to have discerned a change in our local musical climate and activities.
The Bach Festival’s Visiting Artist Series opened the concert season with panache! Young and lovely, Ms. de la Salle played a prodigious program.
Pianist Lise de la Salle performed on Thursday, Oct. 22, in Rollins Colleges’ Tiedtke Hall and demonstrated all the necessary strength, poetry, delicate touch, and musical finesse to bring her piano program to life.
In the mid-’30s I was a teenager on a bicycle on the streets of Winter Park, and saw many things that intrigued me and were etched in my memory.
My parents were active in the social life of Winter Park and I knew a lot of the main players in our local social drama.
Someone long ago told me a tale about a man who had built his own small corporation, and who wanted to hire a bright young assistant who would eventually take over the business.
After hearing this “tale of woe,” applicant after applicant expressed condolences over what had happened to the man they hoped would be their future “boss.”
The Pope brought us welcome release from the world’s overwhelming problems with his calm message of family and understanding.
The tumultuous visit of Pope Francis made us all wonder at the attention that one person can generate if he carries a powerful enough message.
The ever-changing quality of life is both refreshing, and vexing.
Every human animal likes to feel sure of himself. At the same time, his inner nature rebels when ennui takes over, and things verge on boredom.
Donald Trump is a new kind of political animal: He’s “no holds barred.”
Those of us who frequent New York and have been “Trump-wise” for years are not surprised to see him now in his new garb as “politician.”
Most of the time, most people seem to know the answers to most of the questions they ask most other people.
Politicians know well the value of setting up their ideas by asking themselves loaded questions and then answering them publicly!
Always remember: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
Never leave your brain idle. “An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.
My b.w. and I have done 35 years of livin’ to make our house a “home.”
There is a special comforting feeling when two people are separated far apart in their own house and realize that a voice call will generate an answer from afar.
I’ve got to admit it: Big words impress me.
I can’t help associating the easy use of big words with minds that are king-size, superior.
A day is an empty package for each of us to fill as he or she sees fit.
We learn much from the days of our lives, and can visualize ourselves as living calendars.
If you have decided — along with me — to grow old, arm yourself with humor.
I think of my own life as a nice, comfortable car that I have driven for a long time.
To me any halo is a better hat than most I have yet worn.
To be an acceptable rake requires both historical knowledge and a measure of courage, for one must have the guts to step completely out of line from most of his compatriots.
The subject of music has inspired many diverse and fascinating quotes from many diverse and fascinating people.
Napoleon said, “Music, of all the liberal arts, has the greatest influence over the passions, and it is that art to which the legislator ought to bestow greatest encouragement.”
Fairness was not an “unattainable ideal” to Mark Twain.
To Twain, fairness was the inevitable conclusion of simple down-to-earth logic. Fairness works, i.e. it best satisfies all concerned.
All the people who run this country, both Democrats and Republicans, say we are broke!
We can’t afford to help our own veterans, seniors, orphans, children, etc. But over the last several years politicians have directed cash aid in billions and billions of dollars abroad.
I have confessed my unworthiness to b.w. a thousand times — but to no avail.
Years can go by in which a deeply troubled psyche stubbornly manifests itself in the gaudy guise of felicity.
Whatever concept of God you have, if you have been around the world a bit, you’ll recognize that America is a blessed piece of real estate.
Once our forebears had started governing themselves in Virginia, Massachusetts, etc., people in the countries they had left began to compare their lives with ours, and theirs were often found wanting.
I believe that the United States is a morally good nation that wishes to have no enemies at all.
This is much like a very good-natured friendly dog who wishes to have no fleas, but attracts them whenever he walks out the door.
Taking sides on issues, and acting on convictions, is as American as bagels, turnip greens, chili, and pizza.
Nowadays most of us confront things, which we want neither to espouse nor to oppose. “How do you feel about...?”
Every voice speaking on radio or TV about President Obama these days says that his administration is the nadir of all within memory.
He is an easy man to like, but a hard man to admire for the job he has done to date.
The long-term effects of football’s head injuries become ever more evident.
Football is a game I played, and is a game I love, but I remember receiving a blow to my head in a night game once, that knocked me out for several minutes.
I’ve always remembered the English as our enemies in the Revolution — and I never forgot 1812 either.
Having English blood may help me appreciate English literature, but likely has acquainted me also with England’s peculiarities.
When I was young, many people had a fascinating hatred for President Franklin Delano Roosevelt.
Even as a kid, I was highly skeptical of Roosevelt, who seemed to me to be the great promiser of “something for nothing.”
My whole life I have been getting people to pay me to do things I love to do, so that I wouldn’t ever have to work for a living.
As an opera singer, after the final curtain fell, I left tragic plots in an ash can on the way back to real life.
I dreamed that my b.w. had suddenly metamorphosed into an “aggressive political woman.”
In this viciously critical world, the flinty eyes of Hillary, Nancy, and Elizabeth may see this “man in the family” as a stupid male sexist, a chauvinist pig.
What little fame I have had has always seemed to be a gift from some “heaven” up there somewhere smiling down at me for no good reason.
One summer a Florida pal and I were walking down Hollywood Boulevard in sunny California, a long hitchhike from home. I sat down in the lobby of the Hollywood Hotel and looked for movie stars.
Life’s battle begins at the time we take our first breath, and we are fighting constantly to stay alive until we draw our last.
One who has lived a great many years may tell you that life is for life’s sake, and has no point unless we find it, or create a philosophy for ourselves.
In many ways, ones friends are more cordial than ones relatives.
People usually try hard to keep on good terms with their mothers and fathers, but maintaining a liking between brothers and sisters is patently a much more difficult task.
I have come to the conclusion that the human race is divided between givers and takers.
Generous giving may be more blessed than receiving, but often seems far rarer, and should be taught to children before the age when they catch on to reality.
Heide was a ravishingly beautiful girl who was most satisfied when she first put on ballet shoes and learned to dance on her toes.
Very surely, there is “a will to die” as well as “a will to live.”
We were practicing sinking German submarines, while sun-worshippers crowded Miami Beach as though World War II was a soap opera.
Her hands could barely span an octave, but those hands — before she was twelve — had played the Beethoven “Emperor” Piano Concerto in Carnegie Hall.
I don’t know what it is about doing dangerous things that attracts so many otherwise “sane” people.
We drive our cars very carefully all the way to the ski slopes and then put ourselves in a most perilous situation, one that could lead to the end of it all for us.
We are all caught up in an evolutionary line of settling and using land.
It has often occurred to me that our pasts do not deserve the attention we pay them.
You might say it was not when you did it or how you did it, but who heard you do it at that infelicitous moment.
Wish yourself good luck and I’ll join you in your hope that you do not flop in your big moment.
In a long life such as mine, I have been in many places I never though I would go, and have met people in many walks of life I never thought I would meet.
And now I relish living in our Winter Park home with my b.w., and enjoying our many charming dear friends and neighbors. Life has never been better!
The art of conversation is not just talk, but talk that conveys an exchange of ideas worthy of listeners who know a thing or two.
The most famous “talker” in our language may have been London’s Samuel Johnson, whose “gab” in the 18th century drew flocks of people who wanted only to engage conversation with him.
When a dog loves a person, I believe that person more than likely can be trusted.
Do you think that guys who call their women-folk, “my pet” are especially good to their chosen gals?
I looked out the window, and saw an elderly white-maned man licking a vanilla ice cream cone as he sauntered slowly down the sidewalk. It was Albert Einstein.
Einstein was a guy who cogitated about the universe and all that is in it. While he held an ice cream cone in his hand, in his mind he was holding the infinite!
In sports, coaches try their best to attract incoming players who can win games and make the coach look good.
Well, some kids in sports are like pigs trying to learn how to sing. Nothing good is going to come of it, no matter how much the most fervent coach may try.
One's politics are expressive not only of personal prejudice, but often of stubborn stupidity.
As a person of long southern background, I see Conservatism as a natural philosophy of Southerners.
The “will to live” took hold of me 93 years ago, and I ain’t never turned loose.
I figure it is that very “will” plus the love of my wife and friends that has contributed to that positive outlook.