“A horn of plenty
spills from your hands into the
starved lives of millions.”

“Your lips have splashed my dull house with print of flowers
My hands are crooked where they spilled over your dear
curving”

“America is an enormous frosted cupcake in the middle of millions of starving people.”

“Trusting someone was like holding a little water in your cupped hands - it was so easy to spill the water, and you could never get it back.”

“Luxury spreads its ample board before their eyes; but they are excluded from the banquet. Plenty revels over the fields; but they are starving in the midst of its abundance: the whole wilderness has blossomed into a garden; but they feel as reptiles that infest it.”

“There is work in plenty for all hands- officers and men.”

“There will always be plenty of things to compute in the detailed affairs of millions of people doing complicated things.”

“I would like to suggest to you that you ‘grab life by the horns’ and do not let life grab you by the horns. You take control of your lives. … Do not let life control you. … Take charge. Rise to the divinity that is within you.”

“Music is your own experience, your own thoughts, your wisdom. If you don't live it, it won't come out of your horn. They teach you there's a boundary line to music. But, man, there's no boundary line to art.”

“A man doesn't say I will starve myself to death to keep from starving, or that he'd spend all of his money to save money. Why should he be willing to die for the privilege of living?”