It may be that when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.

...And we pray, not for new earth or heaven, but to be quiet in heart, and in eye clear. What we need is here.

To defend what we love we need a particularizing language, for we love what we particularly know.

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.

To me, an economy that sees the life of a community or a place as expendable, and reckons its value only in terms of money, is not acceptable because it is not realistic. I am thinking as I believe we must think if we wish to discuss the best uses of people, places, and things, and if we wish to give affection some standing in our thoughts.

The soil is the great connector of our lives, the source and destination of all.

There are some things the arrogant mind does not see; it is blinded by its vision of what it desires.