Wealth is a deep understanding of the natural world.

We have to let nature put what's left together, and see what it can come up with to save our ass.

Too often, the pastoralist blames the weeds and seeks a chemical rather than a management solution; too seldom do we find an approach combining the sensible utilisation of grasshoppers and grubs as a valuable dried-protein supplement for fish or food pellets, and a combination of soil conditioning, slashing, and de-stocking or re-seeding to restore species balance.

If you let the world roll on the way it's rolling, you're voting for death. I'm not voting for death.

I confess to a rare problem - gynekinetophobia, or the fear of women falling on me - but this is a rather mild illness compared with many affluent suburbanites, who have developed an almost total zoophobia, or fear of anything that moves. It is, as any traveller can confirm, a complaint best developed in the affluent North American, and it seems to be part of blue toilet dyes, air fresheners, lots of paper tissues, and two showers a day.

You can't cooperate by knocking something about or bossing it or forcing it to do things.

A really failing society has a lot of rules (or laws).