While Thee I seek, protecting Power, Be my vain wishes stilled; And may this consecrated hour With better hopes be filled.

The night is dark, the waters deep, Yet soft the billows roll; Alas! at every breeze I weep — The storm is in my soul.

No riches from his scanty store / My lover could impart; / He gave a boon I valued more - / He gave me all his heart!

I hate you' she said to me one afternoon. 'I really, really hate you.' Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally.

I obscenity in the milk of my shame.

A good government remains the greatest of human blessings and no nation has ever enjoyed it.

Not all things worth counting are countable and not all things that count are worth counting.

If we will not learn to eat the only food that the universe grows...then we must starve eternally.

I think really, China, Chinese, I think they really have a long history of civilization, rich culture.

There are plenty of problems in the world, many of them interconnected. But there is no problem which compares with this central, universal problem of saving the human race from extinction

For years I have been going to the South of France to cool out.

My experience with songwriting is usually so confessional, it's so drawn from my own life and my own stories.

There are other places, surely, for other people, but for me there is one place, Ann 
Arbor, for there it was I discovered what lifes bright possibilities were.