Nothing could be more reckless than to base one's moral philosophy on the latest pronouncements of science.

Most new books drop immediately into the oblivion they so richly deserve.

Every writer has his favorite coterie of enemies: Mine is the East Coast literati -- those prep school playmates and their Ivy League colleagues.

Though men now possess the power to dominate and exploit every corner of the natural world, nothing in that fact implies that they have the right or the need to do so.

Wilderness begins in the human mind.

I now find the most marvelous things in the everyday, the ordinary, the common, the simple and tangible.

Places: a cold, bleak, lonely day on the rim at Muley Point, Utah. And the heart-cracking loveliness of the blood-smeared, bitter, incomprehensible slaughterhouse of a world.