“My perfect weekend, anything to do with nature.”

I’m not afraid of anything. That’s just the way I am.

My parents never looked at my acting as a career. They saw it as a way to help provide for the household.

I find it hard to take chances that might mean making bad decisions.

If you spend any time with a man, you’ll realize that we’re all still little boys.

Train your mind to see the good in everything.

I used to believe in one true soul mate, but not anymore. I believe you can have a few.

To know that there’s a good chance that this is something that could potentially be around well after I leave this planet, it’s a good feeling.

I’m a crazy car guy. I’ve got an airplane hangar full of cars.

I sometimes struggle, because my job is like the antithesis of what surfing is all about. Surfing’s simple. It’s real.

I’m not the kind of guy who’s taking advantage of my position.

I’m one of those people that think certain things happen at certain times for all the right reasons.

It’s not about working anymore, it’s about doing work I can be proud of.

I play Hank Hansen, a real guy. Youd be amazed at how much information they have on this guy: personality traits, nicknames, favorite color, you name it.

I could take you for a walk on the beach and I could point out just about any creature and give you their Latin names.

Everyone has an opinion.

My mom was always really healthy and cautious about her diet, so I’m not a big sugar guy.

Holy persons draw to themselves all that is earthly.

Nature hath no goal though she hath law.

We can do nothing ourselves; God must do it. To speak to Him thus is easier by nature for woman than for man because a natural desire lives in her to give herself completely to someone.

Fragments of the natural method must be sought with the greatest care. This is the first and last desideratum among botanists. Nature makes no jumps. All taxa show relationships on all sides like the countries on a map of the world.

Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World! You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled. Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.

The veneration, wherewith Men are imbued for what they call Nature, has been a discouraging impediment to the Empire of Man over the inferior Creatures of God. For many have not only look’d upon it, as an impossible thing to compass, but as something impious to attempt.

I am so in favor of the actual infinite that instead of admitting that Nature abhors it, as is commonly said, I hold that Nature makes frequent use of it everywhere, in order to show more effectively the perfections of its Author.

Through knowledge we behold the world’s creation, How in his cradle first he fostered was; And judge of Nature’s cunning operation, How things she formed of a formless mass.