Relegating grizzlies to Alaska is about like relegating happiness heaven; one may never get there.

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.

No real excellence, personal or social, artistic, philosophical, scientific, or moral, can arise without solitude.

The very important thing you should have is patience.

The historical background is one of the easier aspects of writing a novel. Far more difficult is dreaming up the smaller, character-based scenes, scenes that rise entirely from one's own imagination.

The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.

No one gives Cameron Diaz a hard time for not speaking Spanish.

You look out on the driving range and it looks like snow, but it isn't, it's covered in golf balls.

He sent you to redeem me, to comfort me, and to heal me—and that’s just so far,” he added with a smile.

I was not I, I was nothing - and that seemed to me quite marvelous.

Its quite confusing being one of the less wealthy people at a posh place.

Blanche: No, I have the misfortune of being an English instructor. I attempt to instill a bunch of bobby-soxers and drugstore Romeos with a reverence for Hawthorne and Whitman and Poe!