To harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator.

We do not inherit the earth from our ancestors; we borrow it from our children

Only when the last tree has died and the last river has been poisoned and the last fish has been caught will we realise that we can not eat money.

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

Earth does not belong to us; we belong to earth. Take only memories, leave nothing but footprints.

Take nothing but memories, leave nothing but footprints!

We are all children of the Great Spirit, we all belong to Mother Earth. Our planet is in great trouble and if we keep carrying old grudges and do not work together, we will all die.

The whites, too, shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste.

All things share the same breath - the beast, the tree, the man... the air shares its spirit with all the life it supports.

Take only memories, leave only footprints.

When the Earth is sick, the animals will begin to disappear, when that happens, The Warriors of the Rainbow will come to save them.

Anyone that will make a difference would have to put others ahead of them put others first.

Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere. The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder.

I definitely like being in bands with other women because it's just, I don't know, it's just better.

I watch an awful lot of old Hollywood movies - Ill devour anything with Bette Davis or Joan Crawford. My absolute favourite is Sunset Boulevard starring Gloria Swanson.

I know what it's like to struggle and to have those concerns that all mothers have.

I can’t wait to get into a position to make really bad art and get away with it.

The Patron of true Holinesse, Foule Errour doth defeate: Hypocrisie him to entrappe, Doth to his home entreate.

One thing that I've struggled with has been a certain amount of animosity toward the whole human race.

Painting is a very difficult thing. It absorbs the whole man, body and soul, thus have I passed blindly many things which belong to real and political life.

Complaining is like vomiting. You might feel better after you get it out, but you make everybody around you sick.