Land is not merely soil, it is a fountain of energy flowing through a circuit of soils, plants and animals.

For one species to mourn the death of another is a new thing under the sun.

Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how. To plant a pine, for example, one need be neither god nor poet; one need only own a shovel.

One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds.

In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.

To look into the eyes of a wolf is to see your own soul - hope you like what you see.

Individual thinkers since the days of Ezekiel and Isaiah have asserted that the despoliation of land is not only inexpedient but wrong. Society, however, has not yet affirmed their belief.