Environmental justice is social justice.

I’m not sure I’d like to be burned. I think I might like to be fed to zoo animals. It would be both environmentally friendly and a lovely treat for the larger carnivores. Could you request that?

Environmentalism is a form of pagan fundamentalism. These green wackos are fanatics like al-Quaida. Just like them.

And no matter how serious an environmental problem the automobile poses in today’s big city, the horse was dirtier, smelled worse, killed and maimed more people, and congested the streets just as much.

Now that we have learned to fly in the air like birds and dive in the sea like fish, only one thing remains – to learn to live on earth like humans.

If you’re old, don’t try to change yourself, change your environment.

The ideal of behaviorism is to eliminate coercion: to apply controls by changing the environment in such a way as to reinforce the kind of behavior that benefits everyone.

The environment shapes people’s actions.

Must we wait for selection to solve the problems of overpopulation, exhaustion of resources, pollution of the environment and a nuclear holocaust, or can we take explicit steps to make our future more secure? In the latter case, must we not transcend selection?

The environment will continue to deteriorate until pollution practices are abandoned.

Those few people who do respond to the dire conditions of the future – journalists, environmentalists, behavioral scientists – tend not to be powerful.

If you’re old, don’t try to change yourself, change your environment.

The environment does not determine behavior. Rather, it provides the occasion for the behavior.

Man must cease attributing his problems to his environment, and learn again to exercise his will – his personal responsibility in the realm of faith and morals.

The environment is everything that isn’t me.

Zen does not confuse spirituality with thinking about God while one is peeling potatoes. Zen spirituality is just to peel the potatoe

Connectivity is a human right.

The heart’s geography is as vast as the sky.

In the face of darkness, we are the light.

In the face of injustice, silence is betrayal.

In my country, words are more powerful than bullets.

My heart is a rose, blossoming on the land of my ancestors.

We have on this earth what makes life worth living.

I am a window. I want the wind to love me.

On this land, there is what deserves life.

I’m not out there sweating for three hours every day just to find out what it feels like to sweat.

After two days in the hospital, I turn to the nurse.