Money confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil.

What our economists call a depressed area almost always turns out to be a cleaner, freer, more livable place than most.

Nothing can excel a few days in jail for giving a young man or woman a quick education in the basis of industrial society.

If industrial man continues to multiply his numbers and expand his operations he will succeed in his apparent intention, to seal himself off from the natural and isolate himself within a synthetic prison of his own making.

Somewhere in the depths of solitude, beyond wilderness and freedom, lay the trap of madness.

Women truly are better than men. Otherwise, they'd be intolerable.

We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to go there. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.