History is a symphony of echoes heard and unheard. It is a poem with events as verses.

Home is where you hange your memories. . . Home is where you begin again to dream again.

There is one thing alone that stands the brunt of life throughout its course a quiet conscience.

Man hath no Heaven and Time's coast is chartless. He speeds; we pass away!

I think the world on the other side of fossil fuel is more local - the logic of sun and wind is diffuse and spread out, not concentrated like the logic of coal and oil.

No one should have to get a PhD in economics to survive in this economy.

One should not become an artist because he can, but because he must. It is only for those who would be miserable without it.

We did not happen to be--we were chosen by God to exist.

No idea, no matter how good, will work if it doesn't get used.

How could an actor become president?

My mother was physically and emotionally abusive. My father was an extremely cold man.

Try not to trip," she added. "We don't have time for a concussion today." I groaned. That would be just like me - ruin everything, destroy the world, in a moment of klutziness.