As I see it every day you do one of two things: build health or produce disease in yourself.

Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince, and dinner like a pauper.

To say that obesity is caused by merely consuming too many calories is like saying that the only cause of the American Revolution was the Boston Tea Party.

We are indeed much more than what we eat, but what we eat can nevertheless help us to be much more than what we are.

As I see it every single day you do one in every of two issues: construct well being or produce illness in your self.

If this country [America] is to survive, the best-fed-nation myth had better be recognized for what it is: propaganda designed to produce wealth not health.

Thousands upon thousands of persons have studied disease. Almost no one has studied health.

Nutrition . . . has been kicked around like a puppy that cannot take care of itself. Food faddists and crackpots have kicked it pretty cruelly . . .

The longer I work in nutrition, the more convinced I become that for the healthy person all foods should be delicious.

A man's bookcase will tell you everything you'll ever need to know about him.

Love will hurt. If it doesn't hurt you are not doing it right. To truly love someone you must open yourself up to the pain that would be losing them.

If the Kingdom of God is in you, you should leave a little bit of heaven wherever you go.

To bring into the world an unwanted human being is as antisocial an act as murder.

Our lies reveal as much about us as our truths

It's a terrible thing to be lonesome, especially in the middle of a crowd.

This was, I would later realise, a planet of things wrapped inside things. Food inside wrappers. Bodies inside clothes. Contempt inside smiles. Everything was hidden away.

The necessary thing is after all but this; solitude, great inner solitude. Going into oneself for hours meeting no one - this one must be able to attain.

I've often thought, I'm nobody. Why would God answer my prayer? But God's not impressed by eloquence; he's impressed by our longing for him.

My hand and pen are not in plight, As they have been of yore.