We are far more concerned about the desecration of the flag than we are about the desecration of our land.

It would not do for the consumer to know that the hamburger she is eating came from a steer who spent much of his life standing deep in his own excrement in a feedlot, helping to pollute the local streams. Or that the calf that yielded the veal cutlet on her plate spent its life in a box in which it did not have room to turn around.

Ask the questions that have no answers. Invest in the millenium. Plant sequoias.

We learn from our gardens to deal with the most urgent question of the time: How much is enough?

To be patient in an emergency is a terrible trial.

We can say without exaggeration that the present national ambition of the United States is unemployment. People live for quitting time, for weekends, for vacations, and for retirement; moreover, this ambition seems to be classless, as true in the executive suites as on the assembly lines. One works not because the work is necessary, valuable, useful to a desirable end, or because one loves to do it, but only to be able to quit - a condition that a saner time would regard as infernal, a condemnation.

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