“Binding the deepest soils with the farthest stars.”

Filthy, mucky tools: filthy, mucky work. Clean, beautiful tools: clean, beautiful work.

The one infallible sign that a spiritual teacher is a fraud is that he charges money for his instruction.

Scottish Theatre’s greatest success story of recent times.

We are the living links in a life force that moves and plays around and through us.

It is not the gardener that makes the garden. It is the garden that makes the gardener.

You must give to nature more than you take. Obey it, and the earth will provide you in glorious abundance.

They need to be on the field at running back, receiver or defensive back.

Patience is not a virtue!

We need to create the beauty and the quality first. The quantity will follow.

A good gardener looks at every plant every day.

The term biodynamics – push it aside, it is verbosity. It doesn’t matter a bit.

The Gardener does not create the Garden. The Garden creates the Gardener.

Therefore to talk about biodynamic gardening, biodynamic horticulture, biodynamic agriculture and the French intensive system is merely a horrible heading of terminology.

Science is an excellent piece of furniture to have in the second story, providing that you have common sense on the ground floor.

I’m not going to waste an athlete on the sidelines.

What is commonly called a pest is nature’s way of bringing back into balance an imbalance that man has created.

Then shoulder to shoulder! Let us engirdle the little circle of the earth with the chains that bind us to each other.

But it is not sufficient to bind him again into the world.

The power to bind and loose to Truth is given: The mouth that speaks it is the mouth of Heaven

No written law has ever been more binding than unwritten custom supported by popular opinion.

If the word has the potency to revive and make us free, it has also the power to bind, imprison and destroy.

It’s by your own actions you’re able to get more in a mess or out of one. It’s your own actions that relieve or bind you.

We too often bind ourselves by authorities rather than by the truth.

Is it love that really binds us? isn’t lust the first to find us? Was my heart so fucking worthless that you threw it all behind us?