The universe is the primary revelation of the divine, the primary scripture, the primary locus of divine-human communication.

Teaching children about the natural world should be seen as one of the most important events in their lives.

The divine communicates to us primarily through the language of the natural world. Not to hear the natural world is not to hear the divine.

We lose our souls if we lose the experience of the forest, the butterflies, the song of the birds, if we can't see the stars at night.

The destiny of humans cannot be separated from the destiny of earth.

Gardening is an active participation in The deepest mysteries of the universe.

We are not lacking in the dynamic forces needed to create the future. We live immersed in a sea of energy beyond all comprehension.

The universe is a communion of subjects, not a collection of objects.

As humans we are born of the Earth, nourished by the Earth, healed by the Earth.

The environmental crisis is fundamentally a spiritual crisis.

The greater the diversity, the greater the perfection.

...you suddenly realise that every chance of being the person you really wanted to be, is gone for ever, and the one you were, is the one those around you will remember.

I don't like the fact that doctors are referred to as practicing.

If I fear to hold another to the highest goal because it is so much easier to avoid doing so, then I know nothing of Calvary love.

Trump's inability to control his own emotions is standing between himself and the presidency.

I know I may have done some bad things, but I'm not a bad person.

The only thing we have to fear...is audiovisual glitches at our annual event.

Whence it is evident that the remedy must be adapted to the particular cause of the mischief; consequently, the cause must be ascertained, before the remedy is devised.

What is a holy person? The one who is aware of others' suffering.

Though I love my country, I do not love my countrymen.

The superstition that the hounds of truth will rout the vermin of error seems, like a fragment of Victorian lace, quaint, but too brittle to be lifted out of the showcase.