What's to keep somebody from getting all potted up on weed and then getting behind the wheel?

Passion is that strong and mostly uncontrollable feeling of love that one has towards what he want to do or does. It is dependent on emotions.

If there were no goodness in people, mankind would still be confined to loping across a Savannah somewhere on Earth, watching the elephants rule, or some other more compassionate species.

The attempt of trying to solve a problem without analyzing responsibilities is like trying to understand why a gun was shot without talking to the one using it.

A theoretical grounding in agronomy must, therefore, include knowledge of biological laws.

Not I but the world says it: All is one.

No regrets, only choices.

I don't know what I was thinking, coming out here. There are no silver bullets in life, there's just the long, messy climb out of the pit you've dug youself.

Collective states are constitutionally incapable of reliably producing anything but corpses.

Men's clothes are becoming kind of mod. They're becoming more colorful and more flamboyant, and the male peacock is beginning to show his true plumage.

It's not the Jews that killed Christ. It was a political situation, and it was the Romans who killed Jesus. They put Jesus on the cross, not the Jews