How we frame the world - how we talk about it and define it - affects how we see things and how we live.

The act of putting into your mouth what the earth has grown is perhaps your most direct interaction with the earth.

The real cause of hunger is the powerlessness of the poor to gain access to the resources they need to feed themselves.

Every aspect of our lives is, in a sense, a vote for the kind of world we want to live in.

Hunger is a people-made phenomenon, so the central issue is power: the power of those who make the decisions about what is grown and who, or what, it's grown for.

Hunger is not caused by a scarcity of food but a scarcity of democracy.

Our heavily meat-centered culture is at the very heart of our waste of the earth's productivity.

Hope is a stance, not an assessment.

Every choice we make can be a celebration of the world we want.

[O]ur greatest contributions to the cause of freedom and development overseas is not what we do over there, but what we do right here at home.

Hope is not what we find in evidence, it's what we become in action.

If you are going to be successful, you need to give up the phrase, "I can't" & all of its cousins, such as "I wish I were able to.

Violation Of The Law Of Universe Brings Devastation Results To The Society

Man can no longer live for himself alone. We must realize that all life is valuable and that we are united to all life. From this knowledge comes our spiritual relationship with the universe.

Politics has got so expensive that it takes lots of money to even get beat with.

My mother is home. Your mother is your home. Everybody is a momma's boy or a momma's girl. That's where we came from, from a woman's womb.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

Every show, every audience is different, and I just love leaving the venue feeling like we all know each other a little bit better.

You aren't ill: it is just that you are made of second-rate materials

Part of the impetus for my writing is the pain I've seen my friends experience both in their marriage and in their dreams.

Shake hands with Pain, give greeting unto Grief, Those angels in disguise, and thy glad soul From height to height, from star to shining star, Shall climb and claim blest immortality.