There are, it seems, two muses: The Muse of Inspiration, who gives us inarticulate visions and desires, and the Muse of Realization, who returns again and again to say, 'It is yet more difficult than you thought.' It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work and when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.

We can make ourselves whole only by accepting our partiality, by living within our limits, by being humans not by trying to be gods.

The "developed" nations had given to the "free market" the status of a god, and were sacrificing to it their farmers, farmlands, and communities, their forests, wetlands, and prairies, their ecosystems and watersheds. They had accepted universal pollution and global warming as normal costs of doing business.

Unexpected wonders happen, not on schedule, or when you expect or want them to happen, but if you keep hanging around, they do happen.

We are far more concerned about the desecration of the flag than we are about the desecration of our land.

You can't be a critic by simply being a griper. One has also to search out the examples of good work.

We can fight the global economy with a strong local economy.