wherever you find the greatest good, you will find the greatest evil, because evil loves paradise as much as good.

We were going to leave a mark on the world but instead the world left marks on us.

I wonder if ever again Americans can have that experience of returning to a home place so intimately known, profoundly felt, deeply loved, and absolutely submitted to? It is not quite true that you can't go home again. I have done it, coming back here. But it gets less likely. We have had too many divorces, we have consumed too much transportation, we have lived too shallowly in too many places.

Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed ... so that never again can we have the chance to see ourselves single, separate, vertical and individual in the world, part of the environment of trees and rocks and soil, part of the natural world and competent to belong in it.

American individualism, much celebrated and cherished, has developed without its essential corrective, which is belonging.

There it was, there it is, the place where during the best time of our lives friendship had its home and happiness its headquarters.

A teacher enlarges people in all sorts of ways besides just his subject matter.