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

There's a world of difference . . . between that information to which we now presumably have access by way of computers, libraries, and the rest of it, great stockpiles of data, and the knowledge that people have in their bones by which they do good work and live good lives.

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

The wrecking ball is characteristic of our way with materials. We 'cannot afford' to log a forest selectively, to mine without destroying topography, or to farm without catastrophic soil erosion. A production-oriented economy can indeed live in this way, but only so long as production lasts.

We are living even now among punishments and ruins.

We have become blind to the alternatives to violence.

Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup.