Quotes About Harmony

Very much. Very much a melting pot. You don't draw lines anymore. There's no such thing as 'bloody this' or 'bloody that'. There's no such thing anymore. We all Aussies. And the Aussies respect us as Aussies. I am accepted as an Australian and I feel like one too. - Ibolya Cabrero-Kovacs, Hungarian Freedom Fighter

Justice is restoring order, not furthering chaos.

I'm working on a new problem: Find the value for N such that N plus everything else in your life makes you feel all right. What would N equal? Solve for N.

Certainly for many people the most intense music is the music of the spheres—the perception of built-in coherence in nature—and that is the music of pure ideas. We

diversity in no way implies chaos or error.

we exist to protect the majority so they can run around living their lives as decently and as best they can.

would be dependent on who was speaking with whom, whose ideologies clashed, whose religions denounced the other. The whole point of ethnic streaming colonies, as Earth had painfully discovered centuries ago during the Great Dispersal, was that foreign cultures can live harmoniously with each other providing they didn't have to live jammed together on the same planet.

Humans are so fascinating, aren't we? If ten of us are each given our own piano, we'll play eleven different tunes.

We should throw away our arcologies and our starships, and live like the Lord intended

Machines served life, it could not be otherwise.

Cast aside your numbers and your coarse voice and learn how to sing, sweet Ozzie. Song is the destiny of all who live who love to live.

It's wonderful to me that bees have this simple, age-old thing going on.

issues of policy as well. They hit it off

Three dot, a trinity, a way to map the universe, three dot.

We who are profoundly joined in soul can only but heal the ruptures of the cosmos.

There is a pleasant firmness of tone when one is in harmony with oneself. Even when it's a weak ethic one is resonating with.

Nature is not a straitjacket that must be burst open. Nature is a blessing, an opportunity for growth that has been bestowed upon all living things.

These Days I mainly just talk to Plants and Dogs

the best of all possible worlds

He is at home with his solitude as the note reverberating inside a bell.

There was something satisfying in a cessation of paddling on smooth water. It was like watching a flock of ducks all stop beating at once and sail over a bank of trees on extended wings.

Rock rock. Back and forth. Lull. Push. Release. Swing back. The stars, the leaves, even the sound of the creek throbbing back and forth. Of a boat. Of a hammock. Of a child's swing. Of a womb. Back and forth. Rock rock. Smell of cold current, of stone, manure, blossom. Sleep.

It was the best time of the year. Frost at night and warm, sunny days, when the yellows and oranges of the aspen and cottonwoods did something to the blue of the sky behind them that an artist might never mimic.

And a spiderweb's gleamings in the exposed roots of a cut bank. And in a tailwater pool: the spreading rings of rising trout, dapping silently like slow rain.