What a friend we have in a tree, the tree is the symbol of hope, self improvement and what people can do for themselves.

You can make a lot of speeches, but the real thing is when you dig a hole, plant a tree, give it water, and make it survive. That's what makes the difference

You cannot enslave a mind that knows itself. That values itself. That understands itself.

You cannot protect the environment unless you empower people, you inform them, and you help them understand that these resources are their own, that they must protect them.

When we plant trees, we plant the seeds of peace and seeds of hope.

No matter who or where we are, or what our capabilities, we are called to do the best we can.

I’m very conscious of the fact that you can’t do it alone. It’s teamwork. When you do it alone you run the risk that when you are no longer there nobody else will do it.

Every person who has ever achieved anything has been knocked down many times. But all of them picked themselves up and kept going, and that is what I have always tried to do.

African women in general need to know that it's OK for them to be the way they are - to see the way they are as a strength, and to be liberated from fear and from silence.

Human rights are not things that are put on the table for people to enjoy. These are things you fight for and then you protect.

We cannot tire or give up. We owe it to the present and future generations of all species to rise up and walk!

To be communal is to be something fallacious. It is to be something more or less than being, a subjugation or propagation of the self to exist within the external condition.

Children know by instinct that hell is an absence of love, and they can pick out theirs without missing.

For every survivor there is also a rapist.

An answer is always a form of death.

I think fiction writers write what they do because no one else has written it and they want to read it.

Only architecture that considers human scale and interaction is successful architecture.

Prefer what intuition whispers in your ear to what you have done and redone ten times in your head.

O, Great Spirit, open my eyes, open heart's wings, open my ears to your voice in all things.

Recently, I went up to Casino Rama to see Martin Short's show, just to see how he put it all together. And after the show, I went backstage and picked his brain to find out why he did certain things.

Gives not the hawthorn bush a sweeter shade To shepherds, looking on their silly sheep, Than doth a rich embroider'd canopy To kings that fear their subjects treachery?