There is a language older by far and deeper than words. It is the language of bodies, of body on body, wind on snow, rain on trees, wave on stone. It is the language of dream, gesture, symbol, memory. We have forgotten this language. We do not even remember that it exists.

Within this culture wealth is measured by one's ability to consume and destroy.

The task we all face as human beings ... is to find and become who we are. The task teachers face is to find their own way of teaching, one that manifests who they are.

Learning has to come from doing, not intellectualizing.

There is always money to kill people. There is never enough money for life affirming ends.

Civilization is not and can never be sustainable.

Like the layers of an onion, under the first lie is another, and under that another, and they all make you cry.