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.

The things we felt most are hardest to put into words. Hate is always easier to speak of than love. How shall I make love go through the sieve of words and come out something besides a pulp?

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

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

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

New gods arise when they are needed.

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.