It is understood that nonhuman creatures adapt to their places or they don't live. And for some reason that I can't figure out, even the biologists have excused our own species from that obligation. I think there's going to be a biological penalty to be paid for that eventually.

It surely is far better to be disliked by somebody you don't love than by somebody you do. Even so, I mind. Even so, failing to love somebody is a failure.

The mercy of the world is time. Time does not stop for love, but it does not stop for death and grief, either.

A community is the mental and spiritual condition of knowing that the place is shared, and that the people who share the place define and limit the possibilities of each other's lives. It is the knowledge that people have of each other, their concern for each other, their trust in each other, the freedom with which they come and go among themselves.

Young lovers see a vision of the world redeemed by love. That is the truest thing they ever see, for without it life is death.

To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival.

If you eat, you are involved in agriculture.