History is an illogical record. It hinges on nothing. It is a story that changes, and has accidents, and recovers with scars.

To rise above treeline is to go above thought, and after, the descent back into bird song, bog orchids, willows, and firs is to sink into the preliterate parts of ourselves.

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are.

To trace the history of a river . . . is to trace the history of the soul, the history of the mind descending and arising in the body.

A tree is a thought, an obstruction stopping the flow of wind and light, trapping water, housing insects, birds, and animals, and breathing in and out. How treelike the human, how human the tree.

Everything in nature invites us constantly to be what we are. We are often like rivers: careless and forceful, timid and dangerous, lucid and muddied, eddying, gleaming, still.

I thought: to be tough is to be fragile; to be tender is to be truly fierce.

I like big, open, spare landscapes. There's lots of room. Nobody bothers you... I feel as if I can think there.

Leaves are verbs that conjugate the seasons.

Honesty is stronger medicine than sympathy, which may console but often conceals.

Finally, the lessons of impermanence taught me this: loss constitutes an odd kind of fullness; despair empties out into an unquenchable appetite for life.

A few minutes later, my eyes began to feel a bit droopy, but I vaguely noticed that Anissa was whispering something.

It pains me to have all this knowledge and no one to share it with, I’d have to say its number 3 on my list. – Of what causes me the most pain.

You will never have a better friend than a friend who points you to Christ.

When Eve dropped her shield of faith, every other piece of her spiritual armor became vulnerable.

I made so many recordings with junky mics and crappy mixing consoles, you have to use what your tools are and in some ways that's been inspirational.

Air power is new to all our countries. It brings advantages to some and weakens others; it calls for readjustment everywhere.

If you have the opportunities of Berkshire, an investment in gold is dumb.

The end of all being is the glory of God.

One wants to be able to experience being other people, remaking a reality, remaking a life, remaking a certain world.

Divine is Love and scorneth worldly pelf, And can be bought with nothing but with self.