We need some contact with the things we sprang from. We need nature at least as a part of the context of our lives. Without cities we cannot be civilized. Without nature, without wilderness even, we are compelled to renounce an important part of our heritage.

To have passed through life and never experienced solitude is to have never known oneself. To have never known oneself is to have never known anyone.

If people destroy something replaceable made by mankind, they are called vandals; if they destroy something irreplaceable made by God, they are called developers.

Metaphysics may be, after all, only the art of being sure of something that is not so and logic only the art of going wrong with confidence.

And the thing which is missing is love, some feeling for, as well as some understanding of, the inclusive community of rocks and soils, plants and animals, of which we are a part.

February... Now more than ever one must remind oneself that it is wasteful folly to wish that time would pass, or - as the puritanical old saying used to have it - to kill time until it kills you.

Nature, in her blind thirst for life has filled every possible cranny of the rotting earth with some sort of fantastic creature.