Do no dishonor to the earth lest you dishonor the spirit of man.

When the Pleiades and the wind in the grass are no longer a part of the human spirit, a part of very flesh and bone, man becomes, as it were, a kind of cosmic outlaw, having neither the completeness nor integrity of the animal nor the birthright of a true humanity.

Our fantastic civilization has fallen out of touch with many aspects of nature, and with none more completely than with night.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

If there is one thing clear about the centuries dominated by the factory and the wheel, it is that although the machine can make everything from a spoon to a landing-craft, a natural joy in earthly living is something it never has and never will be able to manufacture.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.