Returning from the wilderness a man becomes a restorer of order, a preserver. He sees the truth, recognizes his true heir, honors his forbears and his heritage, and gives his blessing to his successors. He embodies the passing of human time, living and dying within the human limits of grief and joy.

How do we submit? By not being radical enough. Or by not being thorough enough, which is the same thing.

I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods.

Every day you have less reason not to give yourself away.

The securest guarantee of the long-term good health of both farmland and city is, I believe, locally produced food.

It is, of course, one of the miracles of science that the germs that used to be in our food have been replaced by poisons.

If the crop of any one year was all, a man would have to cut his throat every time it hailed.