To claim, at a dead party, to have spotted a grackle, When in fact you haven't of late, can do no harm.

Outside the open window The morning air is all awash with angels.

What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.

All that we do is touched with ocean, and yet we remain on the shore of what we know

Teach me, like you, to drink creation whole/ And casting out myself, become a soul.

The eye is pleased when nature stoops to art.

There is a poignancy in all things clear, In the stare of the deer, in the ring of a hammer in the morning. Seeing a bucket of perfectly lucid water We fall to imagining prodigious honesties.

Step off assuredly into the blank of your mind. Something will come to you.

The strength of the genie comes from being in a bottle.

Whatever pains disease may bring Are but the tangy seasoning To Loves delicious fare.

Writing is?waiting for the word that may not be there until next Tuesday.

You ought to explore, search and seek the boundless possibilities in life.

Feelings demand living space.

Every major horror of history was committed in the name of an altruistic motive. Has any act of selfishness ever equalled the carnage perpetrated by disciples of altruism.

In America, the system itself of democracy is being threatened.

Canadian hockey fans... They boo me every time I go anywhere. Because I play for Team USA.

I was walking down the street the other day and these construction workers were working on the roof hammering away. One of them told me I was a paranoid lunatic... in morse code.

I ask the vice president to stop dodging the issue with legalese, and acknowledge his continued ties with Halliburton to the American people.

I think my mum has the foulest mouth of anyone I've ever met.

In developing teams, I don't believe in rules. I believe in standards. Rules don't promote teamwork, standards do

I'm not dead. But when I am, it's likeI don't know, I guess it's like being inside a book that nobody's reading.