I could die in peace, I think, if the world was beautiful. To know it's being ruined is hard.

I would consider myself simply a critic of the market economy. My standard isn't primarily political. First of all, it's ecological. And then I get to matters that are social and cultural.

A person who undertakes to grow a garden at home, by practices that will preserve rather than exploit the economy of the soil, has his mind precisely against what is wrong with us.

To defend what we love we need a particularizing language, for we love what we particularly know.

If, on the other hand, conservationists are willing to insist on having the best food, produced in the best way, as close to their homes as possible, and if they are willing to learn to judge the quality of food and food production, then they are going to give economic support to an entirely different kind of land use in an entirely different landscape. This landscape will have a higher ratio of caretakers to acres, of care to use. It will be at once more domestic and more wild than the industrial landscape.

A viable neighborhood is a community: and a viable community is made up of neighbors who cherish and protect what they have in common.

It's impossible to contemplate the life of soil very long without seeing its analogy to the life of the spirit.