Why should the peculiarities of human consciousness be the narrow standard by which other creatures are judged?

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

Walking is the great adventure, the first meditation, a practice of heartiness and soul primary to humankind. Walking is the exact balance beween spirit and humility.

Find your place on the planet. Dig in, and take responsibility from there.

Wildness It is perennially within us, dormant as a hard-shelled seed, awaiting the fire or flood that awakes it again.

Range after range of mountains. Year after year after year. I am still in love.

Nature is orderly. That which appears to be chaotic in nature is only a more complex kind of order.

When the mind is exhausted of images, it invents its own.

I hold the most archaic values on earth ... the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude.... the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe.

The lessons we learn from the wild become the etiquette of freedom.

Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.

The ego with its protective defense mechanisms is the biggest impediment to attaining spiritual growth.

All maps are fiction when the world is seen from the sky. But if ten thousand dragons choose to believe in this one, I think you will find it nearer truth than otherwise.

There are two kinds of women, those who want power in the world and those who want power in bed.

Nature has no mercy at all. Nature says, "I'm going to snow. If you have on a bikini and no snowshoes, that's tough. I am going to snow anyway."

Always help those who are being persecuted.

Teaching is the ability to inspire learning.

I love the feel of good quality Italian black lace that feels delicate and really feminine.

The world is known by the senses The senses are known by the mind The mind is known by Consciousness And Consciousness is known by itself

I learned more about God from the tears of homeless mothers than any systematic theology ever taught me.