We must begin to make what I call "conscious choices," and to really recognize that we are the same. It's from that place in my heart that I write my songs.

I'm leaving my sorrows and all my memories behind to see what I find, somewhere in the shade near the sound of a sweet singing river, somewhere in the sun where the mountains make love to the sky.

I believe that we are here for each other, not against each other. Everything comes from an understanding that you are a gift in my life - whoever you are, whatever our differences.

The future of life on Earth depends on our ability to see the sacred where others see only the common

Relax, ease back in your seats and let the music take you wherever it does.

Country roads, take me home, to the place I belong

The best thing you have to offer the world is yourself. You don't have to copy anyone else. If you do, you're second best. To achieve success is to be first, and that's being yourself.

Come dance with the west wind and touch on the mountain tops Sail o'er the canyons and up to the stars And reach for the heavens and hope for the future And all that we can be and not what we are.

No one person has to do it all but if each one of us follow our heart and our own inclinations we will find the small things that we can do to create a sustainable future and a healthy environment.

If as an environmentalist we are against anything... it is against the arrogance of power and the most obcene ways it shows up, which is in greed.

The Earth is our mother just turning around, with her trees in the forest and roots underground. Our father above us whose sigh is the wind, paint us a rainbow without any end.

Respond to critics with humility. Most people are experts in finding problems with whatever others do. That should not be a surprise to you.

A political candidacy built around hope and change and compromise would eventually become a presidency of crisis and confrontation.

The Pope doesn't believe in God; Did you ever see a conjurer who believed in Magic ?

On my tombstone just write, 'The sorest loser that ever lived.'

I am in a very unsettled condition, as the oyster said when they poured melted butter all over his back.

I have to give Mays one edge, durability. Mickey isn't sound and Willie is. Otherwise, if I had a chance to trade for either player, I'd pick Mantle.

Ever noticed that no matter what happens in one day, it exactly fits in the newspaper?

Nothing was quite like it was supposed to be.

That is the happiest conversation where there is no competition, no vanity, but a calm, quiet interchange of sentiments...

Things were going very fast now. Too fast to suit him. Fantasy and reality had merged.