From the union of power and money, from the union of power and secrecy, from the union of government and science, from the union of government and art, from the union of science and money, from the union of ambition and ignorance, from the union of genius and war, from the union of outer space and inner vacuity, the Mad Farmer walks quietly away.

...I was a young man. I hardly knew what I knew, let alone what I was going to know.

Having hope is hard; harder when you get older.

I don't think I had even begun to have an idea where I was going, but wherever it was, that was where I wanted to go.

Rats and roaches live by competition under the laws of supply and demand; it is the privilege of human beings to live under the laws of justice and mercy.

The line that connects the bombing of civilian populations to the mountain removed by strip mining ... to the tortured prisoner seems to run pretty straight. We're living, it seems, in the culmination of a long warfare - warfare against human beings, other creatures and the Earth itself.

We can grow good wheat and make good bread only if we understand that we do not live by bread alone.