All right, every day ain’t going to be the best day of your life, don’t worry about that. If you stick to it you hold the possibility open that you will have better days.
It’s a wonderful thing to see a segment of our population that is open and eager to learn more about Chinese culture. It has filtered into the mainstream. You see credit-card ads on TV with white couples and Chinese babies.
All information belongs to everybody all the time. It should be available. It should be accessible to the child, to the woman, to the man, to the old person, to the semiliterate, to the presidents of universities, to everyone. It should be open.
It reminds me to say that staying local should never be about looking at the world through a closed window, but about making a home then throwing the doors open and inviting the world in.
Before a group can enter the open society, it must first close ranks.
When the theater gates open, a mob pours inside, and it is the poet’s task to turn it into an audience.
Wherever anything lives, there is, open somewhere, a register in which time is being inscribed.
In the Andes and the Alps, I have seen melting glaciers. At both of the Earth’s Poles, I have seen open sea where ice once dominated the horizon.
So moderate is insisting that North Korea should open door to outside.
I will always be open to receive my friends. I will not force myself on them.