We call it "Nature"; only reluctantly admitting ourselves to be "Nature" too.

We must breathe time as fishes breathe water.

I'll dig in into my days, having come here to live, not to visit. Grey is the price of neighboring with eagles, of knowing a mountain's vast presence, seen or unseen.

One of the obligations of the writer is to say or sing all that he or she can, to deal with as much of the world as becomes possible to him or her in language.

Nothing we do has the quickness, the sureness, the deep intelligence living at peace would have.

But we have only begun to love the earth. We have only begun to imagine the fullness of life. How could we tire of hope?-so much is in bud.

What I heard was my whole self saying and singing what it knew: I can.