We can no longer prosper by increasing human productivity. The more we try to do, the more poverty we will create.

Good management is the art of making problems so interesting and their solutions so constructive that everyone wants to get to work and deal with them.

Most floods are caused by man, not weather; deforestation, levee construction, erosion, and overgrazing all result in the loss of ecosystem services.

All is connected ... no one thing can change by itself.

What I see everywhere in the world are ordinary people willing to confront despair, power, and incalculable odds in order to restore some semblance of grace, justice, and beauty to this world.

Business is the only mechanism on the planet today powerful enough to produce the changes necessary to reverse global environments and social degradation.

The future belongs to those who understand that doing more with less is compassionate, prosperous, and enduring, and thus more intelligent, even competitive.

The first rule of sustainability is to align with natural forces, or at least not try to defy them

Always leave enough time in your life to do something that makes you happy, satisfied, even joyous. That has more of an effect on economic well-being than any other single factor.

Don't be put off by people who know what is not possible. Do what needs to be done, and check to see if it was impossible only after you are done.

The most unrealistic person in the world is the cynic, not the dreamer.

The enlightened are superior to the learned.

Sometimes people go to a yoga class and think it's not for them, but it might just not be the right studio or teacher - try a new one!

For the absurd man, it is not a matter of explaining and solving, but of experiencing and describing. Everything begins with lucid indifference.

I'm a big fan of Shake Shack.

I let a good many mistakes show through when fixing my sensations. It will always be the same and this is what makes me despair.

A child who does not play is not a child, but the man who doesn't play has lost forever the child who lived in him and who he will miss terribly.

Every wall is a door.

I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.

Only that which serves no end is beautiful; everything useful is ugly.

Perhaps they were right putting love into books. Perhaps it could not live anywhere else.