Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

Nationalism is power hunger tempered by self-deception.

Our survival depends on our ability to cooperate, to live in harmony with one another.

Politicians and diapers have one thing in common. They should both be changed regularly, and for the same reason.

You are the universe in ecstatic motion.

The creative artist is a child who has remained adult enough to be playful.

What matters most right now, is what you do next.