Beauty . . . cannot be interpreted. It is not an empirically verifiable fact; it is not a quantity.

Protest that endures, I think, is moved by a hope far more modest than that of public success: namely, the hope of preserving qualities in one's own heart and spirit that would be destroyed by acquiescence.

I would like you to show me, if you can, where the line can be drawn between an organism and it's environment. The environment is in you. It's passing through you. You're breathing it in and out. You and every other creature.

We need better government, no doubt about it. But we also need better minds, better friendships, better marriages, better communities.

If a healthy soil is full of death, it is also full of life: worms, fungi, microorganisms of all kinds ... Given only the health of the soil, nothing that dies is dead for very long.

If we do not serve what coheres and endures, we serve what disintegrates and destroys.

Novelty is a new kind of loneliness.