To the Technocrats: Have mercy on us. Relax a bit, take time out for simple pleasures. For example, the luxuries of electricity, indoor plumbing, central heating, instant electronic communication and such, have taught me to relearn and enjoy the basic human satisfactions of dipping water from a cold clear mountain stream; of building a wood fire in a cast-iron stove; of using long winter nights for making music, making things, making love; of writing long letters, in longhand with a fountain pen, to the few people on this earth I truly care about.

The world is full of burled and gnarly knobs on which you can hang a metaphysical system. If you must.

In the modern technoindustrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood.

The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.

No tyranny is so irksome as petty tyranny: the officious demands of policemen, government clerks, and electromechanical gadgets.

Concrete is heavy; iron is hard - but the grass will prevail.

Platitude: a statement that denies by implication what it explicitly affirms.