...to any one for whom wild things are something more than a pleasant diversion, (conservation) constitutes one of the milestones in moral evolution.

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.

You know how dey say some people “devour” books? Not in da way ME do! Me REALLY devour books!

You want some advice?""Yes""Never go to a doctor whose office plants have died.

The incessant perpetuation of collective fantasies makes people crave the truth and nothing but the truth - reality is the fastest American commodity.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

I turned and bumped by head against his chest a few times. It was the nearest hard surface.

The only person pressuring me is myself.

However advanced the technology may become, life is impossible without humanity, and that's why we need a combination of science of thinking and art of living!

The terms which, in his inmost heart, each man knows. As I know mine. As all know. For that is the truth of it — that we all know, God, that we know, that we know, we know, we know.

I'm wearing a garbage bag. I was put on my own worst-dressed list.

In books we never find anything but ourselves. Strangely enough, that always gives us great pleasure, and we say the author is a genius.