Since I turned the fields back to their natural state, I can't say I've had any really difficult problems with insects or disease.

The ultimate goal of farming is not the growing of crops, but the cultivation and perfection of human beings.

If we throw mother nature out the window, she comes back in the door with a pitchfork.

The healing of the land and the purification of the human spirit is the same process.

We must find our way back to true nature. We must set ourselves to the task of revitalizing the earth. Regreening the earth, sowing seeds in the desert--that is the path society must follow.

There is no time in modern agriculture for a farmer to write a poem or compose a song

Giving up your ego is the shortest way to unification with nature.

There is no one so great as the one who does not try to accomplish anything

The greening of the desert means sowing seeds in people's hearts and creating a green paradise of peace on earth.

We receive our nourishment from the Mother Earth. So we should put our hands together in an attitude of prayer and say "please" and "thank you" when dealing with nature.

As we kill nature, we are killing ourselves, and God incarnate as the world as well.

Opportunities are born by learning!

Perhaps second-hand cares, like second-hand clothes, come easily off and on.

Give every man thine ear but few thy voice Take each man's censure but reserve thy judgment.

I never save things and I never take pictures. I wanna live in the moment. I don't wanna be focusing on the past.

Under current law, on January 1, 2013, there's going to be a massive fiscal cliff of large spending cuts and tax increases.

Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk.

All the great villainies of history, from the murder of Abel onward, have been perpetrated by sober men, chiefly by Teetotalers.

Is this a generation of orphans who are going to the improv to do stand-up?

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.

It kept him alive, he was certain; even more, it kept his darkest of his demons at bay.