In crime and enmity they lie Who sin and tell us love can die, Who say to us in slander's breath That love belongs to sin and death.

O words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away

Crowded places, I shunned them as noises too rudeAnd fled to the silence of sweet solitude.

O lead me onward to the loneliest shade, The darkest place that quiet ever made, Where kingcups grow most beauteous to behold And shut up green and open into gold.

I hate the very noise of troublous man Who did and does me all the harm he can. Free from the world I would a prisoner be And my own shadow all my company.

Man has made remarkable strides in conquering outer space, but how futile have been his efforts in conquering inner space- the space in our hearts and minds of men.

Take your life in your own hands and what happens? A terrible thing: no one to blame.

I love songs that are very autobiographical.

It occurs to me that our survival may depend upon our talking to one another.

Doubt can only be removed by action.

Eventually, I was sent to Wales and Germany, and after the war, to Paris.

Meditation is the direct means of eradicating the very cause of the majority of diseases, both mental and physical.

Big institutions in this imperial state, in this evil US empire, prepare their politicians to become criminals.

It's been said racing encompasses hours of agony and moments of glory. But moments like the 1978 Triple Crown inspire the pursuit of greatness.

There are days when I intentionally don't write. For instance, I never write when I'm traveling, because travel is a situation where I can learn more by looking and listening than by working.