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.

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.

One of the pleasant things about small town life is that everyone, whether rich or poor, liked or disliked, has some kind of a role and place in the community. I never felt that living in a city - as I once did for a couple of years.

Nobody has so many friends that he can afford to lose one.

Every moment is precious. And precarious.

The most striking thing about the rich is the gracious democracy of their manners -- and the crude vulgarity of their way of life.

Wilderness begins in the human mind.