The life of every river sings its own song, but in most the song is long marred by the discords of misuse.

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.

Land is not merely soil, it is a fountain of energy flowing through a circuit of soils, plants and animals.

Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left.

There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot.

A thing is right when it tends to preserve the integrity, stability and beauty of the biotic community. It is wrong when it tends otherwise.

The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant: 'What good is it?

There can be no doubt that a society rooted in the soil is more stable than one rooted in pavements.

There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.

The first law of intelligent tinkering is to save all the parts

To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering.

Your "look-alike" may be the result of one of the various possible futures happening simultaneously!

People think I'm a very serious actor, which I am. But you know, if you don't have a sense of humor doing what I do, you perish.

I've always been a big fan of science fiction and of the worlds of the spiritual and the mystic.

Poetry is a language pared down to its essentials.

It would be about as easy for an American to become a Chinaman or a Hindoo as for him to acquire an Englishness or a Frenchness or a European-ness that is more than half skin deep.

Let the other guy have whatever he wants before the fight. Once the bell rings he's gonna be disappointed anyway.

One who explores and knows all aspects of his life, is called self-realized.

To know how to produce a work of art is to know how to discard the extraneous.

Every subject's duty is the Kings, but every subject's soul is his own.

We cling to our own point of view, as though everything depended on it. Yet our opinions have no permanence; like autumn and winter, they gradually pass away.