There are two things that interest me: the relation of people to each other, and the relation of people to land.

The modern dogma is comfort at any cost.

This song of the waters is audible to every ear, but there is other music in these hills, by no means audible to all. On a still night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over rimrocks, sit quietly and listen, and think hard of everything you have seen and tried to understand. Then you may hear it - a vast pulsing harmony - its score inscribed on a thousand hills, its notes the lives and deaths of plants and animals, its rhythms spanning the seconds and the centuries.

Ethical behavior is doing the right thing when no one else is watching- even when doing the wrong thing is legal.

I now suspect that just as a deer herd lives in mortal fear of its wolves, so does a mountain live in mortal fear of its deer. And perhaps with better cause, for while a buck pulled down by wolves can be replaced in two or three years, a range pulled down by too many deer may fail of replacement in as many decades.

We all strive for safety, prosperity, comfort, long life, and dullness.

He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance.