Wall Street sees a social fabric or social contract as inefficiencies, which need to be removed.

If there is to be a human future, we must bring ourselves into balanced relationship with one another and the Earth.

The professional study of economics has become ideological brainwashing. It is a defense of the excesses of the capitalist system.

In the US, most progressives start to see the differences between internationalism and economic globalization.

Capitalism and the market are presented as synonymous, but they are not. Capitalism is both the enemy of the market and democracy.

More humane societies are usually smaller, like the Scandinavian countries and Holland, where it is much easier to reach consensus and cooperation.

Money is a mechanism for control.

As long as you have a system that is based on the rational that if you are making money you are thereby making a contribution to society, these financial rogue practices will continue.

If you look internationally over the last 50 years there have been improvements in the third world, but in the last 20 years the reverse has happened, with debt crises and increased poverty.

We can have democracy and a prosperous, just, and sustainable human future. Or we can have corporate rule. We cannot have both.

Money is not wealth. Money is a claim on wealth.

Gods were preserved but languages were exterminated: thus was the conqueror’s will

For a moment we're both silent, staring. I wonder if either of us really sees the other clearly anymore or if we stuck looking at the frozen images of who we used to be.

Speech one may regret, Silence no sorrow begets, Humility be born before honour, Soft answer turns wrath’s corner

He who writes prose builds his temple to Fame in rubble he who writes verses builds it in granite.

Christianity is not a cafeteria line where you say, “I’ll have a little salvation, but no Lordship right now.

Many evil things there are that your strong walls and bright swords do not stay.

How do you caution a fawn about a cigarette a motorist has just flipped from his car window into a patch of yellow grass, or tell a sparrow that winged creatures eventually plummet to earth?

That's the same thing that is making me like George W. Bush. "He was nice. I know he was nice. He didn't know what he was doing but he was nice."

Right now I'm trying to figure out what I'm gonna do, 'cause I don't want to sit around on my backside all day. If I'm gonna do that I'll be a newspaper reporter.

Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, And young affection gapes to be his heir; That fair for which love groan'd for and would die, With tender Juliet match'd, is now not fair.