I believe the collapse of the House of Windsor is tied in with the collapse of the Church of England.

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

If you think nobody cares if you're alive, try missing a couple of car payments.

A whole new generation of Christians has come up believing that it is possible to 'accept' Christ without forsaking the world.

Worshipers never leave church...we carry our sanctuary with us wherever we go.

Destroying rainforest for economic gain is like burning a Renaissance painting to cook a meal.

Faith is not a conclusion you reach...it's a journey you live.

Be nice to people on your way up because you'll meet them on your way down.

Nature holds the key to our aesthetic, intellectual, cognitive and even spiritual satisfaction.

You teach me, I forget. You show me, I remember. You involve me, I understand.

Look closely at nature. Every species is a masterpiece, exquisitely adapted to the particular environment in which it has survived. Who are we to destroy or even diminish biodiversity?

But, instead of what our imagination makes us suppose and which we worthless try to discover, life gives us something that we could hardly imagine.

No matter where we come from, there is one language we can all speak and understand from birth, the language of the heart, love.

What does it mean to be healthy? Heal Thy.

We think we are being interesting to others when we are being interesting to ourselves.

It is very wrong to kill any one[.]""Oh, I hate the cheap severity of abstract ethics!

To return to our authenticity, we have to let go of all that we are not. We recognize and let go of the judgments, fears, and “shoulds” that keep us stuck.

It's perhaps easier now than ever before to make a good living; it's perhaps harder than ever before to stay calm, to be free of career anxiety.

I must have gone through $10 million during my career. Part of the loot went for gambling, part for horses and part for women. The rest I spent foolishly.

The suburban landscape is alien and strange and exotic. I photograph it out of longing and desire. My photographs are also about repression and internal angst.

When poets go off the boil, they sound like bumble bees; when critics do, they sound like sewing machines.