How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.

O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

You will only learn in a fight how much you've got to learn.

Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others.

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

Let the Unions become engines for the working people to right their wrongs. Not benefit societies, or burial clubs. Let the Unions become civilian regiments to fight in the cause of the people.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

Nature is impulsive. To be impulsive is to be fully alive.

You know how it is. Sometimes we plan a trip to one place, but something takes us to another.

LifeParticles are the particles of Nothingness that have attributes of being and nonbeing, and the particles of energy and consciousness, which are the essence of Life.

In art, the hand can never execute anything higher than the heart can imagine.

Most people already know what they're doing wrong. When I get them to church I want to tell them that you can change.

Maybellene, why can't you be true?

I have to tell you, I'm not like Demi Moore, where the tears trickle prettily down my cheeks. My whole face screws up and it's like, Oh please, get a room.

If I could even do that [playing] in a softball league, I would never miss anything about baseball.

How could an actor become president?

Humanity is to be met with in a den of robbers.