It was a country . . . that he and his people had known how to use and abuse, but not how to preserve.

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.

The cloud is free only to go with the wind. The rain is free only in falling.

If you establish, or reestablish, local economies on the right scale and with the right standard, then politics would come right as a matter of course. I don't know what you'd call the result - probably not capitalism or socialism.

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.

If we do not serve what coheres and endures, we serve what disintegrates and destroys.

For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.