An acre of windy prairie could produce between $4,000 and 10,000 worth of electricity per year - which is far more than the value of the land's crop of corn or wheat.

There was almost a universal acceptance of unhealthy conditions. Sulfur dioxide in smokestack emissions were the price, or smell, of prosperity.

Listen up, you couch potatoes: each recycled beer can saves enough electricity to run a television for three hours.

I feel more confident than ever that the power to save the planet rests with the individual consumer.

By the year 2000, such renewable energy sources could provide 40 percent of the global energy budget; by 2025, humanity could obtain 75 percent of its energy from solar resources.

When civilization stands at the edge of a cliff, a step forward doesn't make much sense.

It is already too late to avoid mass starvation.

We presently have the technology ... fuel cells, solar cells, hydrogen ... the opportunities are amazing for clean energy.

These are not exhortations from overwrought extremists, but carefully phrased warnings from some of the world's finest scientists.

I suppose I'd characterize myself as having a faith-based optimism. My faith is parental and Darwinian.

We got everyone's attention, but we didn't solve any environmental problems.

You can endure all things by grace.

You can never kill the spirit of an artist. They will always rewrite their resurrection and paint an eternal sunset with a blaze of orange that no one has seen before.

Wisdom has never made a bigot, but learning has.

Nothing too long imagined can be perfect in a wordly way.

The nation is trying to make Chile a country of proprietors, not of proletarians.

When I see a policeman with a club beating a man on the ground, I don't have to ask whose side I'm on.

I didn't make a political speech outside of my state for 20 years. And I just focused almost exclusively on my initiatives for national crime legislation, foreign policy issues.

As fate is inexorable, and not to be moved either with tears or reproaches, an excess of sorrow is as foolish as profuse laughter; while, on the other hand, not to mourn at all is insensibility.

The foot can march or it can dance, but it cannot stand still until end-stopped.

My mom passed away a day before high school started, and her dream was for me to be a full rock and roll guy, and play drums in a band.