Nature is a part of our humanity, and without some awareness and experience of that divine mystery man ceases to be man.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

Wolves are not our brothers; they are not our subordinates, either. They are another nation, caught up just like us in the complex web of time and life.

The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

Never miss a chance...to keep your mouth shut.

Africa has her mysteries and even a wise man cannot understand them. But a wise man respects them.

Change of weather is the discourse of fools.

I have an attitude. It's what I do. I'm edgy. I have an attitude.

New York is like the weirdest city in the United States, in a great way, and Los Angeles is probably more similar to most of America.

Those who feel guilty are afraid; and those who are afraid somehow feel guilty. To the onlooker, too, the fearful seem guilty.

Being our Self is the wisest philosophy, the bravest action, the kindest consideration and the greatest act of healing imaginable.

Just as the development of earth art and installation art stemmed from the idea of taking art out of the galleries, the basis of my involvement with public art is a continuation of wall drawings.

I don't have an attitude! And it CERTAINLY... doesn't need to be adjusted!

Ice-cream is exquisite - what a pity it isn't illegal.