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.

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

We're living, it seems, in the culmination of a long warfare - warfare against human beings, other creatures and the Earth itself.

Our land passes in and out of our bodies just as our bodies pass in and out of our land

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

After a while, though the grief did not go away from us, it grew quiet. What had seemed a storm wailing through the entire darkness seemed to come in at last and lie down.

With its array of gadgets and machines, all powered by energies that are destructive of land or air or water, and connected to work, market, school, recreation, etc., by gasoline engines, the modern home is a veritable factory of waste and destruction. It is the mainstay of the economy of money. But within the economies of energy and nature, it is a catastrophe. It takes in the world's goods and converts them into garbage, sewage, and noxious fumes-for none of which have we found a use.