It Must Be Poor Life That Achieves

The Last Word In Ignorance Is The Man Who Says Of An Animal Or Plant: 'what Good Is It?

Bread And Beauty Grow Best Together. Their Harmonious Integration Can Make Farming Not Only A Business But An Art; The Land Not Only A Food-factory But An Instrument For Self-expression, On Which Each Can Play Music To His Own Choosing.

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.

Like Winds And Sunsets, Wild Things Were Taken For Granted Until Progress Began To Do Away With Them

Having To Squeeze The Last Drop Of Utility Out Of The Land Has The Same Desperate Finality As Having To Chop Up The Furniture To Keep Warm.