Everywhere was singing, all over the house was singing, and outside the house was alive with singing, and the very air was song.

O, there is lovely to feel a book, a good book, firm in the hand, for its fatness holds rich promise, and you are hot inside to think of good hours to come.

There is no fence or hedge round time that has gone. You can go back and have what you like if you remember it well enough.

Why is it, I wonder, that people suffer, when there is so little need, when an effort of will and some hard work would bring them from their misery into peace and contentment.

I saw my father as a man, and not, as a man who was my father.

You will only learn in a fight how much you've got to learn.

Strange that only a little problem of your own will take your mind far from a tragedy belonging to others.

How green was my valley then, and the valley of them that have gone.

Glorious is the Voice of Man, and sweet is the music of the harp.

Let the Unions become engines for the working people to right their wrongs. Not benefit societies, or burial clubs. Let the Unions become civilian regiments to fight in the cause of the people.

O, Voice of Man, organ of most lovely might.

Experiences is just paying attention as time passes.

The universe stood still and the universe continued on its path, travelling through endless time.

Amusement and annoyance are, perhaps, both forms of denial.

The straw hat is the typical hat Cubans use. It's cool and keeps the sun away from your face.

The man who has everything figured out is probably a fool.

There is no greater fool than the man who thinks himself wise; no one is wiser than he who suspects he is a fool.

Apparently I ain't the only cat on the block digs cheetos.

... you watch Jimi Hendrix literally reinvent the instrument. He was playing from somewhere else. He was really a kind of hybrid, and I can't even begin to imagine where he came from

That strange new zone between medium and message. That zone we call the interface.