When someone at peace and free from hurry enters a room, that person has a calming effect on everyone present.
Maybe we should be a little bit more tender-hearted.
Each and every one of us should stop playing small and license ourselves to become one of the giants of the new century. We will need champions by the truckload.
There's a lot of things that I think you got to deal with. Hillary Clinton had to put down a rebellion in her own party, then she's going to have to put down the [Donald] Trump rebellion and then try to govern.
As champions of green jobs, we're asking questions that progressives should like, like "How are we going to avoid baking the planet," and "How are we going to create jobs for ordinary Americans?" Meanwhile, we're offering solutions that conservative should like. I'm not calling for more welfare; I'm calling for more work.
We have gotten to the point where we're more like [Donald] Trump than Trump. Trump is hateful. Now you have liberals hating on love. Sometimes you have to fight fire with fire. There's nothing wrong with that. But sometimes you have to fight fire with water. I'm happy to fight it either way.
We've have to heed our Biblical obligation to be good stewards of the Earth after leaving the Garden of Eden.
Saying 'Gesundheit' doesn't really help the common cold - but its about as good as anything the doctors have come up with.
Lasting happiness is the offspring of endurance.
Had I no eyes but ears, my ears would love. That inward beauty and invisible; Or were I deaf, thy outward parts would move each part in me that were but sensible: Though neither eyes nor ears, to hear nor see, yet should I be in love by touching thee. 'Say, that the sense of feeling were bereft me, and that I could not see, nor hear, nor touch, and nothing but the very smell were left me, yet would my love to thee be still as much; for from the stillitory of thy face excelling comes breath perfum'd that breedeth love by smelling.
Among the language of the American Indians, there is no word for 'art'. . . For Indians, everything is art. . . therefore needs no name.