The Bank and the media continue to propagate the story that the global elite wishes to be told: that the number of poor has declined by 24 percent in those 15 years [1990-2005].

It seems far-fetched, even preposterous, to blame the global economic order for the persistence of severe poverty in countries that are ruled by obvious thugs and crooks.

Income inequality matters more on a day-to-day basis. Wealth matters more for political influence.

Whatever we, as prospective participants unaware of our specific features, would desire society to be like is what, morally speaking, we ought to institute.

Economics is like a church, and it fulfills the same function the church had fulfilled for centuries: the justification of the status quo.

We live in a world where economic positions - income and wealth - are very unevenly distributed, and this leads to the widespread persistence of poverty.

Large companies are very good at solving extremely complex problems in a globally optimal way.

The collective income of all these people - the bottom half - is less than three percent of global household income, and so there is a grotesque maldistribution of income and wealth.

What is really nice about the Health Impact Fund is that it is a win-win, something that without much cost to anyone makes a lot of people better off.

Domestic power structures are shaped in good part by global arrangements.

It is for the poor people's sake, above all, that we urgently need more unity and better organization and need to concentrate our reform efforts in order to really to achieve reforms, one by one.

Don't be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better.

If you do not stand firm in your faith, you will not stand at all.

When we set an intention to explore our emotional hot spots, we create a pathway to real love.

Isn’t it tragic that sometimes it takes grief to understand what we have held so dear?

The doctor is effective only when he himself is affected. Only the wounded physician heals.

I love Toronto's long autumns, warm with windy swirls of golden spores, redolent with giant, sun-roasted leaves flapping up and down the streets, and horrible winter always seeming far, far off!

I felt I grew up when I was about 28. I feel pretty much the same. I get reminded when I look in mirrors that I am not. Hopefully, you keep growing and keep planning things as you go along.

If all of a sudden someone said, 'You have five more kids,' I'd be totally OK with it.

If I wasn't so lazy, or if I had a roadie, I'd have a line of guitars on stage. I'd have a lap steel and a nylon string up there, but who wants to keep up with all that?

You might as well aim high. Why shoot yourself in the foot when you can shoot yourself in the head?