It is a horrible fact that we can read in the daily paper, without interrupting our breakfast, numerical reckonings of death and destruction that ought to break our hearts or scare us out of our wits.

Any religion has to have a practice. When you let it go so far from practice that it just becomes a matter of talk something bad happens.

Laugh. Laughter is immeasurable. Be joyful though you have considered all the facts.

To cherish what remains of the Earth and to foster its renewal is our only legitimate hope of survival.

Soil is not usually lost in slabs or heaps of magnificent tonnage. It is lost a little at a time over millions of acres by the careless acts of millions of people. It cannot be saved by heroic feats of gigantic technology, but only by millions of small acts and restraints, conditioned by small fidelities, skills, and desires. Soil loss is ultimately a cultural problem; it will be corrected only by cultural solutions.

Our destruction of nature is not just bad stewardship, or stupid economics, or a betrayal of family responsibility; it is the most horrid blasphemy. It is flinging God's gifts into His face, as if they were of no worth beyond that assigned to them by our destruction of them.

I could die in peace, I think, if the world was beautiful. To know it's being ruined is hard.