Not just self-restraint, that old killjoy, but communal restraint.

What could be more superstitious than the idea that money brings forth food?

We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?

The two great aims of industrialism — replacement of people by technology and concentration of wealth into the hands of a small plutocracy — seem close to fulfillment.

The life we want is not merely the one we have chosen and made. It is the one we must be choosing and making

We will instead have to measure our economy by the health of the ecosystems and human communities where we do our work.

New grief, when it came, you could feel filling the air. It took up all the room there was. The place itself, the whole place, became a reminder of the absence of the hurt or the dead or the missing one. I don't believe that grief passes away. It has its time and place forever. More time is added to it; it becomes a story within a story. But grief and griever alike endure.