What I stand for is what I stand on.

To accept that there is nothing to do is to despair. It is to become in some fundamental way less than human. Those of us who are protesting are protesting in part for our own sake to keep ourselves whole as human beings.

We have neglected the truth that a good farmer is a craftsman of the highest order, a kind of artist.

As long as we insist on relating to it strictly on our own terms-as strange to us or subject to us-the wilderness is alien, threatening, fearful.

The primary motive for good care and good use of the land-community is always going to be affection, which is too often lacking.

The presence of the present has become insistent, undeniable, and I dare not look away.

A tree forms itself in answer to its place and the light. Explain it how you will, the only thing explainable will be your explanation.” Sabbaths 1999 IV