Our heart wanders lost in the dark woods. Our dream wrestles in the castle of doubt. But there’s music in us. Hope is pushed down but the angel flies up again taking us with her.

Once she said the world was an astonishing animal: light was its spirit and noise was its mind. That it was composed to feed on honor, but did not.

We are a singularity that makes music out of noise because we must hurry. We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos.

When I was walking in the mountains with the Japanese man and began to hear the water, he said, 'What is the sound of the waterfall?' 'Silence, ' he finally told me.

Daily life.The sacred time of man on earth.

The most beautiful thing about the world is how much is unknown to us. There are so many secrets, Hawthorn. So much awaiting discovery. We are merely dust motes in the vastness of the universe.

Because I've learned that you can't control what other people are going to think about you. The best you can do in life is not piss yourself off.

Want more credit for all you do and who you are? Be the one who gives credit to others.

Our insatiable drive to rummage deep beneath the surface of the earth is a willful expansion of our dysfunctional civilization into Nature.

Now I feel like whatever I do, no one can hurt me. I cannot be violated, I cannot be humiliated, I cannot be disregarded, I cannot be disrespected.

Have you ever had a broken heart?

The socialist tradition....goes back to Jesus Christ, not (Karl) Marx.

Here's the problem if you keep raising tax rates: You slow down economic growth.

The computer, the noise of the computer feels like impatience. It's sort of the sound of impatience to me.