In the world of words, one of my best-loved tribes is the diatribe.
Concrete is heavy; iron is hard - but the grass will prevail.
A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.
Men have never loved one another much, for reasons we can readily understand: Man is not a lovable animal.
Why this cult of wilderness?... because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.
Our modern industrial economy takes a mountain covered with trees, lakes, running streams and transforms it into a mountain of junk, garbage, slime pits, and debris.
We spend more time working for our labor-saving machines than they do working for us.
Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.
Homosexuality, like androgyny, might be an instinctive racial response to overpopulation, crowding, and stress. Both flourish when empire reaches its apogee.
Whatever we cannot easily understand we call God; this saves much wear and tear on the brain tissues.
As war and government prove, insanity is the most contagious of diseases.
In a nation of sheep, one brave man forms a majority.
Our “neoconservatives” are neither new nor conservative, but old as Babylon and evil as Hell.
The function of an ideal is not to be realized but, like that of the North Star, to serve as a guiding point.
Money confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil.
Women: We cannot love them all. But we must try.
Let us hope our weapons are never needed - but do not forget what the common people of this nation knew when they demanded the Bill of Rights: An armed citizenry is the first defense, the best defense, and the final defense against tyranny.
The rich are not very nice. That's why they're rich.
The idea of wilderness needs no defense. It only needs more defenders. Remaining silent about the destruction of nature is an endorsement of that destruction.
Taxation: how the sheep are shorn.
Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.
The highest treason, the meanest treason, is to deny the holiness of this little blue planet on which we journey through the cold void of space.
I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.
Humans were free before the word freedom became necessary.
We're all undesirable elements from somebody's point of view.
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