Earth Day 1970 was irrefutable evidence that the American people understood the environmental threat and wanted action to resolve it.

Environmental pollution is an incurable disease. It can only be prevented.

Everything is connected to everything else.

Sooner or later, wittingly or unwittingly, we must pay for every intrusion on the natural environment.

The first law of ecology is that everything is related to everything else.

The proper use of science is not to conquer nature but to live in it.

Everything is connected to everything else. Everything must go somewhere. Nature knows best. There is no such thing as a free lunch.

If you can see the light at the end of the tunnel, you are looking the wrong way.

Seen that way, the wholesale transformation of production technologies that is mandated by pollution prevention creates a new surge of economic development.

The environmental crisis arises from a fundamental fault: our systems of production - in industry, agriculture, energy and transportation - essential as they are, make people sick and die.

After all, despite the economic advantage to firms that employed child labor, it was in the social interest, as a national policy, to abolish it - removing that advantage for all firms.

We go to the past to lay the blame - since the past can't argue. We go to our past selves to account for our present miseries.

Give me good health and I'll take care of the rest.

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

If you're a humble person, and you walk in, and you start talking, people are going to be able to tell. You can't fake it.

As you get older you learn some balance and mediation in your life - that's where I am right now. I feel pretty comfortable about things.

Writing is an act of generosity toward other people.

If you expect someone else to guide you, you'll be lost.

Now that I'm a pez and a LEGO I don't really want for any more.

I usually work from the inside out but sometimes in comedy it's fun to work from the outside in.

The writer presents himself to the blank page not with an open passport but an open heart.