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

Will be but corpses dressed in frocks, who cannot speak to birds or rocks.

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.

With no surroundings there can be no path, and with no path one cannot become free.

Place and the scale of space must be measured against our bodies and their capabilities.

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

Streams and mountains never stay the same.