The future is a choice between Utopia and oblivion.

You cannot change how someone thinks, but you can give them a tool to use which will lead them to think differently.

In order to change an existing paradigm you do not struggle to try and change the problematic model. You create a new model and make the old one obsolete.

There is nothing in a caterpillar that tells you it's going to be a butterfly.

Pollution is nothing but the resources we are not harvesting. We allow them to disperse because we've been ignorant of their value.

Mistakes are great, the more I make the smarter I get.

If you want to teach people a new way of thinking, don't bother trying to teach them. Instead, give them a tool, the use of which will lead to new ways of thinking.

We are called to be architects of the future, not its victims.

You can rest assured that if you devote your time and attention to the highest advantage of others, the Universe will support you, always and only in the nick of time.

Love is metaphysical gravity.

Integrity is the essence of everything successful.

I just can't fathom why anyone would stand on a ledge when there's a respectable amount of walking space right next to it.

Six wives the King's had now.' Barak's words dragged me from my reverie. 'We can't even get one between us.

When we really start to take a look at who we think we are, we become very grace prone.

He was the keynote speaker for our better angels.

I never sat down and decided to make work about life and death. It just all comes out of my head like water pouring out of a jug.

Because CoEd's doing incredible work in Guatemala so how can I not #tieoneon?

My daughter is a redneck woman, she's a redneck girl.

Baikida Carroll, whose balance of bravada and tenderness, facility and understatement mark him as a player to be reckoned with.

If people eat healthy food, they will save enough to compensate for the food price being healthier and spending less on healthcare.

I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.