Don't pray for the rain to stop; pray for good luck fishing when the river floods.

Beware the machinery of longevity. When a man's life is over the decent thing is for him to die. The forest does not withhold itself from death. What it gives up it takes back.

The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.

And so you have a life that you are living only now, now and now and now, gone before you can speak of it, and you must be thankful for living day by day, moment by moment a life in the breath and pulse and living light of the present

Not just self-restraint, that old killjoy, but communal restraint.

Novelty is a new kind of loneliness.

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.