I fought for peace in the fifties.

And the people in the houses All went to the University And they got put in boxes Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same, Little boxes all the same And they all come out all the same.

Any idiot can be complicated. It takes a genius to be simple.

I think the world is going to be saved by millions of small things.

Realize that little things lead to bigger things.

Some folklorists just collected dead bones from one graveyard, only to bury them in another, their library.

How can you save the world you have not seen if you can't save the community you have seen?