...I was a young man. I hardly knew what I knew, let alone what I was going to know.

But love, sooner or later, forces us out of time...of all that we feel and do, all the virtues and all the sins, love alone crowds us at last over the edge of the world. For love is always more than a little strange here...It is in the world, but is not altogether of it. It is of eternity. It takes us there when it most holds us here.

Corn and bean people, I'm afraid, have extremely specialized minds.

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

Our destruction of nature is not just bad stewardship, or stupid economics, or a betrayal of family responsibility; it is the most horrid blasphemy. It is flinging God's gifts into His face, as if they were of no worth beyond that assigned to them by our destruction of them.

A corporation, essentially, is a pile of money to which a number of persons have sold their moral allegiance.

Eaters must understand that eating takes place inescapably in the world, that it is inescapably an agricultural act, and that how we eat determines, to a considerable extent, how the world is used.