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.

The question we do not see when we are young is whether we own pride or are owned by it.

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

... love and fear increase together with a precision almost mathematical: the greater the love is then the greater the fear is.

What is sanity, after all, except the control of madness?

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

To have children is a double living, the earthly fountain of youth, a continual fresh delight, a volcano as well as a fountain, and also a source of weariness beyond description.