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

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

Any religion has to have a practice. When you let it go so far from practice that it just becomes a matter of talk something bad happens.

Sabbath observance invites us to stop. It invites us to rest. It asks us to notice that while we rest, the world continues without our help. It invites us to delight in the world's beauty and abundance.

There are moments when the heart is generous, and then it knows that for better or worse our lives are woven together here, one with one another and with the place and all the living things.

The surface of the quieted river, as I think now, is like a window looking into another world that is like this one except that it is quiet. Its quietness makes it seem perfect. The ripples are like the slates of a blind of a shutter through which we see imperfectly what is perfect. Though that other world can be seen only momentarily, it looks everlasting. As the ripples become more agitated, the window darkens and the other world is hidden.the surface of the river is like a living soul, which is easy to disturb, is often disturbed, but, growing calm, shows what it was, is, and will be.

It's impossible to contemplate the life of soil very long without seeing its analogy to the life of the spirit.