Growth chestnuts have to be placed on the unyielding anvil of biophysical realities and then crushed with the hammer of moral argument.

There is something fundamentally wrong in treating the Earth as if it were a business in liquidation.

We need an economics fit for purpose in a finite and entropic world.

The economy is a wholly owned subsidiary of the environment, not the reverse.

Malthus has been buried many times, and Malthusian scarcity with him. But as Garrett Hardin remarked, anyone who has to be reburied so often cannot be entirely dead.

Nonrenewable resources should be exploited, but at a rate equal to the creation of renewable substitutes.

Growth is widely thought to be the panacea for all the major economic ills of the modern world.

But the macro-economy is not the Whole. It too is a Part, a part of the larger natural economy, the ecosphere, and its growth does inflict opportunity costs on the finite Whole that must be counted.

Reproduction is more pleasurable than death.

While the invisible hand looks after the private sector, the invisible foot kicks the public sector to pieces.

The problem with the World Bank has to do with development - the spreading of Western over-consumption worldwide.

Set the standard! Stop expecting others to show you love, acceptance, commitment, & respect when you don't even show that to yourself.

Yes, it hurts to fall— ache, tenderness—but each scar is a sign your system is working.

My father always said, 'Malala will be free as a bird.'

One last toast, to our friend, Owen Hart. We'll never forget you, buddy.

A man that has a taste of music, painting, or architecture, is like one that has another sense, when compared with such as have no relish of those arts

Why would we have different races if God meant us to be alike and associate with each other?

Misery is manifold. The wretchedness of the earth is multiform.

Guests love to be 'wowed' in Las Vegas. They enjoy and embrace new tastes, new flavors, and they come to expect the unexpected in Las Vegas.

The people no longer seek consolation in art. But the refined people, the rich, the idlers seek the new, the extraordinary, the extravagant, the scandalous.

The Earth cannot wait 60 years. I want a future for my children and my children's children. The clock is ticking.