Our quarrel with the world is an echo of the endless quarrel proceeding within us.
On dreary night let lusty sunshine fall.
Votes should be weighed not counted.
I follow my heart, for I can trust it.
No emperor has the power to dictate to the heart.
Grace is the beauty of form under the influence of freedom.
There are occasions when the general belief of the people, even though it be groundless, works its effect as sure as truth itself.
It's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies
The earlier, more analytic impulse was to use very rational but kind of absurd techniques or tendencies—mapping, charting, and architecture—to try and make sense of who I was in my time and space and political environment. But there’s only so much truth to a theoretical understanding of something.
The vast majority of us imagine ourselves as like literature people or math people. But the truth is that the massive processor known as the human brain is neither a literature organ or a math organ. It is both and more.
I think public access television has more to do with my career than anything else in the world. And that's a system that's been around of many decades and is something that people think is so outdated that they don't even think it still exists.