The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.

Teach the legal rights of trees, the nobility of hills; respect the beauty of singularity, the value of solitude.

Lord make me satisfied with small things. Make me content to live on the outside of life. God make me love the rind!

things that have cost more than they're worth leave a bitter taste. A taste of salt and sweat.

The woods seemed all answer and healing and more than enough to live for.

The earth was overwhelmed with beauty and indifferent to it, and I went with a heart ready to crack for its unbearable loveliness.

We are dying of preconceptions, outworn rules, decaying flags, venomous religions, and sentimentalities. We need a new world. We've wrenched up all the old roots. The old men have no roots. They don't know it. They just go on talking and flailing away and falling down on the young with their tons of dead weight and their power. For the power is still there, in their life-in-death. But the roots are dead, and the land is poisoned for miles around them.