I Cannot Predict The Wind But I

The Art Of Living Is Always To Make A Good Thing Out Of A Bad Thing.

No Degree Of Prosperity Could Justify The Accumulation Of Large Amounts Of Highly Toxic Substances Which Nobody Knows How To Make Safe And Which Remain An Incalculable Danger To The Whole Of Creation For Historical Or Even Geological Ages. To Do Such A Thing Is A Transgression Against Life Itself, A Transgression Infinitely More Serious Than Any Crime Perpetrated By Man. The Idea That A Civilization Could Sustain Itself On Such A Transgression Is An Ethical, Spiritual, And Metaphysical Monstrosity. It Means Conducting The Economical Affairs Of Man As If People Did Not Matter At All.

Never Let An Inventor Run A Company. You Can Never Get Him To Stop Tinkering And Bring Something To Market

I Cannot Predict The Wind But I Can Have My Sail Ready.

Modern Man Talks Of A Battle With Nature, Forgetting That, If He Won The Battle, He Would Find Himself On The Losing Side