Our most serious problem, perhaps, is that we have become a nation of fantasists. We believe, apparently, in the infinite availability of finite resources.

Much of our waste problem is to be accounted for by the intentional flimsiness and unrepairability of the labor-savers and gadgets that we have become addicted to.

There’s nothing under the ground that’s worth more than the little layer of topsoil sitting on top of it.

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

But the sower going forth to sow sets foot into time to come, the seeds falling on his own place. He has prepared a way for his life to come to him, if it will. Like a tree, he has given roots to the earth, and stands free.

When going back makes sense, you are going ahead.

If you start a conversation with the assumption that you are right or that you must win, obviously it is difficult to talk.