In Country, As In People,

Wildflower Corners Are Easy To Maintain, But Once Gone, They Are Hard To Rebuild.

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.

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.

Harmony With Land Is Like Harmony With A Friend; You Cannot Cherish His Right Hand And Chop Off His Left.

All History Consists Of Successive Excursions From A Single Starting-point, To Which Man Returns Again And Again To Organize Yet Another Search For A Durable Scale Of Values.