Health Is The Capacity Of The Land

There Are Degrees And Kinds Of Solitude. I Know Of No Solitude So Secure As One Guarded By A Spring Flood; Nor Do The Geese, Who Have Seen More Kinds And Degrees Of Aloneness Than I Have.

The Life Of Every River Sings Its Own Song, But In Most The Song Is Long Marred By The Discords Of Misuse.

Only The Mountain Has Lived Long Enough To Listen Objectively To The Howl Of The Wolf.

Only The Most Uncritical Minds Are Free From Doubt.

We Abuse Land Because We Regard It As A Commodity Belonging To Us.