Counterpart to the knee-jerk liberal is the new knee-pad conservative, always groveling before the rich and the powerful.

In art as in life, form and subject, body and soul, are one.

The earth, like the sun, like the air, belongs to everyone - and to no one.

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

At some point we must draw a line across the ground of our home and our being, drive a spear into the land and say to the bulldozers, earthmovers, government and corporations, "thus far and no further." If we do not, we shall later feel, instead of pride, the regret of Thoreau, that good but overly-bookish man, who wrote, near the end of his life, "If I repent of anything it is likely to be my good behaviour.

In the land of bleating sheep and braying jackasses, one brave and honest man is bound to create a scandal.

most of my wandering in the desert i've done alone. not so much from choice as from necessity - i generally prefer to go into places where no one else wants to go. i find that in contemplating the natural world my pleasure is greater if there are not too many others contemplating it with me, at the same time.