It seems clear at last that our love for the natural world-Nature-is the only means by which we can requite God's obvious love for it.

One can imagine a sane, healthy, cheerful human society based on no more than the principles of common sense, as validated each day by work, play, and living experience. But this remains the most utopian and fantastic of ideals.

Industrial tourism is a threat to the national parks. But the chief victims of the system are the motorized tourists. They are being robbed and robbing themselves. So long as they are unwilling to crawl out of their cars they will not discover the treasures of the national parks and will never escape the stress and turmoil of the urban-suburban complexes which they had hoped, presumably, to leave behind for a while.

There is a fine art to making enemies and it requires diligent cultivation. It's not as easy as it looks.

In order to write a book, it is necessary to sit down (or stand up) and write. Therein lies the difficulty.

Charity should be spontaneous. Calculated altruism is an affront.

Humankind will not be free until the last Kremlin commissar is strangled with the entrails of the last Pentagon chief of staff.