A man's life is always dealing with permanence, that is the most dangerous kind of irresponsibility is to think of your doings as temporary.

To have good farming or good land use of any kind, you have got to have limits. Capitalism doesn't acknowledge limits.

People talk about "job creation," as if that had ever been the aim the industrial economy. The aim was to replace people with machines.

We can grow good wheat and make good bread only if we understand that we do not live by bread alone.

But we can do nothing for the human future that we will not do for the human present. For the amelioration of the future condition of our kind we must look, not to the wealth or the genius of the coming generations, but to the quality of the disciplines and attitudes that we are preparing now for their use.

At the window he sits and looks out, musing on the river, a little brown hen duck paddling upstream among the windwaves close to the far bank. What he has understood lies behind him like a road in the woods. He is a wilderness looking out at the wild.

Professional standards, the standards of ambition and selfishness, are always sliding downward toward expense, ostentation, and mediocrity. They tend always to narrow the ground of judgment. But amateur standards, the standards of love, are always straining upward toward the humble and the best. They enlarge the ground of judgment. The context of love is the world.