Thought is just an apprehension of touch.

Why should the peculiarities of human consciousness be the narrow standard by which other creatures are judged?

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

In Western Civilization, our elders are books.

Doom scenarios, even though they might be true, are not politically or psychologically effective. The first step . . . is to make us love the world rather than to make us fear for the end of the world.

The other side of the "sacred" is the sight of your beloved in the underworld, dripping with maggots.

Today we are aware as never before of the plurality of human life-styles and possibilities, while at the same time being tied, like in an old silent movie, to a runaway locomotive rushing headlong toward a very singular catastrophe