Let me say and not mourn: the world lives in the death of speech and sings there.

People are fed by the food industry, which pays no attention to health, and are treated by the health industry, which pays no attention to food.

The care of the Earth is our most ancient and most worthy, and after all our most pleasing responsibility. To cherish what remains of it and to foster its renewal is our only hope.

It may be that when we no longer know... which way to go we have begun our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is the one that sings.

Outdoors we are confronted everywhere with wonders; we see that the miraculous is not extraordinary, but the common mode of existence. It is our daily bread.

Be like the fox who makes more tracks than necessary, some in the wrong direction. Practice resurrection.

I come into the peace of wild things who do not tax their lives with forethought of grief.... For a time I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

We need better government, no doubt about it. But we also need better minds, better friendships, better marriages, better communities.

You cannot save the land apart from the people, or the people apart from the land.

Unexpected wonders happen, not on schedule, or when you expect or want them to happen, but if you keep hanging around, they do happen.

Whether we and our politicians know it or not, Nature is party to all our deals and decisions, and she has more votes, a longer memory, and a sterner sense of justice than we do.

While you're waiting on opportunity, it might be waiting on you to come to it. Get up and go get it!

I don't think the creative writing industry has helped American poetry.

Some people read off of their Palms and Pocket PCs, but the real immersible reading experience takes a full-screen device.

I have found in life that everything, no matter how bad, comes to an end.

There is no problem that is not actually a gift.

Poetry must be simple, sensuous, or impassioned.

I seldom remember my father, but I sneeze and rub my nose the way he did. I also love my son with grief and anger, as he did.

Everyone seems to be running against a liar, but nobody seems to be one. Odd - I mean, the math doesn't work out.

A photographer who made a picture from a splendid moment, an accidental pose of someone or a beautiful scenery, is the finder of a treasure.

Joy and sadness come by turns.