Almost certainly, however, the first essential component of social justice is adequate food for all mankind.

There are 6.6 billion people on the planet today. With organic farming we could only feed four billion of them. Which two billion would volunteer to die?

The green revolution has an entirely different meaning to most people in the affluent nations of the privileged world than to those in the developing nations of the forgotten world.

You can't build a peaceful world on empty stomachs and human misery.

Everything else can wait, agriculture can’t.

Civilization as it is known today could not have evolved, nor can it survive, without an adequate food supply.

Food is the moral right of all who are born into this world.

This is a basic problem, to feed 6.6 billion people. Without fertilizer, forget it. The game is over.

Without food, man at most can live but a few weeks; without it all other components of social justice are meaningless.

The destiny of world civilization depends upon providing a decent standard of living for all mankind.

Cereal production in the rain-fed areas still remains relatively unaffected by the impact of the green revolution, but significant change and progress are now becoming evident in several countries

Until I find a home in a human, art has my heart.

Violence as a way of gaining power... is being camouflaged under the guise of tradition, national honor [and] national security.

People grow up by living.

The liberals can understand everything but people who don't understand them.

I never could make out what those damned dots meant.

There's only two ways to sum up music; either it's good or it's bad. If it's good you don't mess about it, you just enjoy it.

There is a vast difference between how things seem from the outside and how they feel on the inside.

There's art in rhythm playing. Just find it. Make your own art. Find your place, and when it's your time to solo, it's your time to shine.

I ordered a soda - caffeine-free, low sodium, no artificial flavors. They brought me a glass of water.

God may reduce you on Judgment Day to tears of shame, reciting by heart the poems you would have written, had your life been good.