Robert Fulghum
Robert Fulghum
Robert Lee Fulghumis an American author and Unitarian Universalist minister...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionAuthor
Date of Birth4 June 1937
CountryUnited States of America
cleaning clean mess
Clean up your own mess.
children school social
Children are sent to school to be civilized, to learn to be part of the social enterprise.
kids secret agendas
My secret agenda is to convey my values to my kids.
thinking purpose puzzles
I don't think there is a hidden purpose to the universe that you have to puzzle out.
writing thinking ministry
I think my writing is part of my ministry.
believe dancing i-believe
I believe in dancing.
blessing boredom take-a-chance
I fear the boredom that comes with not learning and not taking chances.
teaching learning needs
All I really need to know... I learned in kindergarten.
fun fool enough
Any fool can make enough money to survive. It's another thing to keep yourself consistently entertained. It's a lot of work, and a lot of fun, to make a life.
long humanity want
I do not want to know what you will hope for. I want to know what you will work for. I do not want your sympathy for the needs of humanity. I want your muscle. As the wagon driver said when they came to a long, hard hill: ‘Them that’s going on with us, get out and push. Them that ain’t, get out of the way’.
long black goes-on
A giraffe has a black tongue twenty-seven inches long and no vocal cords. A giraffe has nothing to say. He just goes on giraffing.
flower book beer
There is nothing in your budget for joy. No books, no flowers, no music, not even a cold beer. And there is nothing in your budget to give away to someone else. We don’t help people who don’t have better values than you do.
imagination important looks
Imagination is more important than information. Einstein said that, and he should know. And they come. And they look. And we push. And they fly. We to stay and die on our beds. They to go and die howsoever, yet inspiring those who come after them to find their own edge. And fly.
easy raccoons knows
Why is love easy? I don’t know. And the raccoons don’t say.