Adultery is extravagance.

In a time of destruction, create something.

I do not believe in old age. I do not believe in getting tired.

Do the right thing by whoever crosses your path. Those coincidental people are your people.

The images of peace are ephemeral. The language of peace is subtle. The reasons for peace, the definitions of peace, the very idea of peace have to be invented, and invented again

...I've learned exactly who the enemy are. I easily recognize them-business-suited in their modern American executive guise, each boss two feet taller than I am and impossible to meet eye to eye.

In a time of destruction, create something: a poem, a parade, a community, a school, a vow, a moral principle; one peaceful moment.