We're living, it seems, in the culmination of a long warfare - warfare against human beings, other creatures and the Earth itself.

One cannot be aware both of the history of Christian war and of the contents of the gospels without feeling that something is amiss.

I dream of a quiet man / who explains nothing and defends nothing, but only knows / where the rarest wildflowers / are blooming, and who goes, / and finds that he is smiling / not by his own will.

The only sustainable city - and this, to me, is the indispensable ideal and goal - is a city in balance with its countryside.

These are people who are capable of devotion, public devotion, to justice. They meant what they said and every day that passes, they mean it more.

To think better, to think like the best humans, we are probably going to have to learn again to judge a person's intelligence, not by the ability to recite facts, but by the good order or harmoniousness of his or her surroundings. We must suspect that any statistical justification of ugliness and violence is a revelation of stupidity. (pg.192-193, People, Land, and Community)

Under the pavement the dirt is dreaming of grass.