Wildness It is perennially within us, dormant as a hard-shelled seed, awaiting the fire or flood that awakes it again.

Nature is not a place to visit. It is home.

Walking is the great adventure, the first meditation, a practice of heartiness and soul primary to humankind. Walking is the exact balance beween spirit and humility.

Find your place on the planet. Dig in, and take responsibility from there.

Range after range of mountains. Year after year after year. I am still in love.

Nature is orderly. That which appears to be chaotic in nature is only a more complex kind of order.

When the mind is exhausted of images, it invents its own.

I hold the most archaic values on earth ... the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude.... the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe.

The lessons we learn from the wild become the etiquette of freedom.

Three-fourths of philosophy and literature is the talk of people trying to convince themselves that they really like the cage they were tricked into entering.

In Western Civilization, our elders are books.

Implicit in the stare of those eyes, the power of those knobbly hands, was labor's historic threat of violence against capital.

We measure success and depth by length and time but it is possible to have a deep relationship that doesn't always stay the same.

In the husband wisedome, in the wife gentlenesse. [In the husband wisdom, in the wife gentleness.]

May the work of your hands be a sign of gratitude and reverence to the human condition.

When you break an agreement in a relationship, you must offer an amendment first, or it is meaningless.

We should never forget that after every night, there is a dawn. We should never lose our optimistic faith.

If I'm traveling, I'll pack socks in my bag - really cute furry ones.

You can run on a football field but you can't hide out there.

Ground Zero mosque supporters, doesn't it stab you in the heart, as it does ours, throughout the heartland? Peaceful Muslims, please refudiate.

God is love, the parson whined. Yes, and is he also blind?