All of creation is a song of praise to God.

Humanity, take a good look at yourself. Inside, you’ve got heaven and earth, and all of creation. You’re a world—everything is hidden in you.

The mystery of God hugs you in its all-encompassing arms.

We shall awaken from our dullness and rise vigorously toward justice. If we fall in love with creation deeper and deeper, we will respond to its endangerment with passion.

Even in a world that's being shipwrecked, remain brave and strong.

Glance at the sun. See the moon and stars. Gaze at the beauty of the green earth. Now think.

The Word is living, being, spirit, all verdant greening, all creativity. This Word manifests itself in every creature.

Everything that is in the heavens, on earth, and under the earth is penetrated with connectedness, penetrated with relatedness.

Be not lax in celebrating. Be not lazy in the festive service of God. Be ablaze with enthusiasm. Let us be an alive, burning offering before the altar of God.

A human being is a vessel that God has built for himself and filled with his inspiration so that his works are perfected in it.

Every creature is a glittering, glistening mirror of Divinity.

Because you made me feel, Flick. Everyone is so predictable, but you? You showed up and rocked my world.

A hundred words put together to formulate an excuse will never resolve a conflict, political justifications are silly lies.

I say further that our system of education should be unsectarian.

I made a ridiculous statement when I first went to North Carolina State. I said I know basketball down there was like life or death. It was very wrong. It's more important.

Honestly, folks, I think my brain is broken.

America may be the land of the free, but there are definitely more ignorant people there. Most of the population are semi-retarded.

In spite of muzzling the press, imprisoning thousands, and engaging in torture, kidnapping and murder, the Socialist government was still vulnerable to the accusation of being "soft on Basques.

Divisions are imaginary lines drawn by small minds.

I used fashion to express myself as much as I could. But at some point, it was not enough.