Much of our waste problem is to be accounted for by the intentional flimsiness and unrepairability of the labor-savers and gadgets that we have become addicted to.

Let us have the candor to acknowledge that what we call "the economy" or "the free market" is less and less distinguishable from warfare.

But the only possible guarantee of the future is responsible behavior in the present.

You don't need to be told some things. You can sometimes tell more by a man's silence and the set of his head than by what he says.

Professional standards, the standards of ambition and selfishness, are always sliding downward toward expense, ostentation, and mediocrity. They tend always to narrow the ground of judgment. But amateur standards, the standards of love, are always straining upward toward the humble and the best. They enlarge the ground of judgment. The context of love is the world.

You can best serve civilization by being against what usually passes for it.

It's the impeded stream that sings