The mercy of the West has been social revolution; the mercy of the East has been individual insight into the basic self/void.

All that we did was human, stupid, easily forgiven, Not quite right.

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.

Thought is just an apprehension of touch.

Wilderness is a place where the wild potential is fully expressed, a diversity of living and nonliving beings flourishing according to their own sorts of order. In ecology we speak of "wild systems." When an ecosystem is fully functioning, all the members are present at the assembly. To speak of wilderness is to speak of wholeness. Human beings came out of that wholeness, and to consider the possibility of reactivating membership in the Assembly of All Beings is in no way regressive.

Nature is orderly. That which appears to be chaotic in nature is only a more complex kind of order.