“Like music and art, love of nature is a common language that can transcend political or social boundaries.”

I believe that the boycott that we have against Cuba is counterproductive, and it also makes the twelve million or so Cuban people suffer unnecessarily just because of a foolish policy of the United States.

We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.

Spirit is like the wind, in that we can’t see it but can see its effects, which are profound.

Trust is very much a part of our democracy.

Too many of us now tend to worship self indulgence and consumption.

We’ve got to stop crying and start sweating, stop talking and start walking, stop cursing and start praying. The strength we need will not come from the White House, but from every house in America.

Go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is.

War may sometimes be a necessary evil. But no matter how necessary, it is always an evil, never a good. We will not learn how to live together in peace by killing each other’s children.

Because we are now running out of gas and oil, we must prepare quickly for a third change, to strict conservation and to the use of … permanent renewable energy sources, like solar power.

Whether the borders that divide us are picket fences or national boundaries, we are all neighbors in a global community.

America has no functioning democracy at this moment.

I have one life and one chance to make it count for something… My faith demands that I do whatever I can, wherever I am, whenever I can, for as long as I can with whatever I have to try to make a difference.

We can choose to alleviate suffering. We can choose to work together for peace. We can make these changes – and we must.

I’d like to be remembered as someone who was a champion of peace and human rights.

Unless both sides win, no agreement can be permanent.

Communicating our questions, hopes, and fears in prayer makes them-even to ourselves-more open and clear.

We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.

Skating alone is an art. Doing it on a substance? I don’t know. That’s got to be tough.

All creative art is magic, is evocation of the unseen in forms persuasive, enlightening, familiar and surprising.

Any work that aspires, however humbly, to the condition of art should carry its justification in every line.

Religion and art spring from the same root and are close kin. Economics and art are strangers.

Forced idleness evolves into beauty.

Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

If there is no mystery, for the artist, to solve inside of his art, then there’s no point in it….for me, every act of the art of solving a mystery.