Aging involves rewriting what good means — after you find your glasses.
The summum bonum lies deep within our happiness with each other — and breakfast.
Good is getting stuff — for other people.
Look down; get excited; the good ahead is already sprouting from the seeds in the buckling ground under your shoes.
Good is not abstract; it is present in the tasty particular and the fresh specific – a sip of sweet tea, a chomp on a ripe banana.
Our sence of the good is limited by our tiny, shrunken, miniature thoughts about it.
The ancient, philosphical desire for The Good is totally alien to a modern world that is ever chasing the goods.
What is good, simplified and made proper, is God.
Virtue is internalized morality.
Order is good, and freedom a superior form of good.
Good may at times be ideosyncratic but it is never ultimately idiocentric.
Law is good and grace better and love best of all.
When good is whatever one person declares it is, hopefully the truly good will be able to rise up and call that depotism.
Good lies in the spoon, the bowl, an evening alone, a movie and a carton of Häagen-Dazs ice cream.
A good future hides in the invisible DNA of the present.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall inherit what the the war mongers haven’t ruined.
The good exists in and is limited by what we don’t do.
