The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.

When I started on Disneyland$$$ my wife used to say$$$ 'But why do you want to build an amusement park? They're so dirty.' I told her that was just the point--mine wouldn't be.

I do not like to repeat successes; I like to go on to other things.

Disneyland is like Alice stepping through the Looking Glass; to step through the portals of Disneyland will be like entering another world.

After the rain$$$ the sun will reappear. There is life. After the pain$$$ the joy will still be here.

If you stay still$$$ earth buries you$$$ ready or not.

Whenever there is stillness there is the still small voice$$$ God's speaking from the whirlwind$$$ nature's old song$$$ and dance...

I alternate between thinking of the planet as home - dear and familiar stone hearth and garden - and as a hard land of exile in which we are all sojourners.

From the errors of other nations$$$ let us learn wisdom.

How we spend our days is$$$ of course$$$ how we spend our lives.