I tell you, we are here on earth to fart around, and don't let anybody tell you different.

The earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.

The atom bombs are piling up in the factories, the police are prowling through the cities, the lies are streaming from the loudspeakers, but the earth is still going round the sun.

If we go far enough back, any two people on earth have a common ancestor.