War is a specific product of civilization.

The artist has a special task and duty... reminding people of their humanity and the promise of their creativity.

Unfortunately, once an economy is geared to expansion, the means rapidly turn into an end and "the going becomes the goal."

The vast material displacements the machine has made in our physical environment are perhaps in the long run less important than its spiritual contributions to our culture.

Adding highway lanes to deal with traffic congestion is like loosening your belt to cure obesity.

War vies with magic in its efforts to get something for nothing.

Happiness, I think, lies on the surface... when one plunges under the surface all the buoyant things disappear, and the farther down one gets the more cold and dark it seems: and the more oppressive space feels.