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

You can't live entirely alone. You have to have some kind of a support system.

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.

So friends, every day do something that won't compute.

Invest in the millenium.

The shoddy work of despair, the pointless work of pride, equally betray Creation. They are wastes of life.

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.