The earth is what we all have in common.

In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter, war spreading, families dying, the world in danger, I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.

We have become blind to the alternatives to violence.

They will grow, deliver, and cook your food for you and (just like your mother) beg you to eat it. That they do not yet offer to insert it, pre-chewed, into your mouth is only because they have found no profitable way to do so.

It is no more possible to live in the future than it is to live in the past. If life is not now, it is never.

You can't be a critic by simply being a griper. One has also to search out the examples of good work.

Again I resume the long lesson: how small a thing can be pleasing, how little in this hard world it takes to satisfy the mind and bring it to its rest.