At some point we must draw a line across the ground of our home and our being, drive a spear into the land and say to the bulldozers, earthmovers, government and corporations, "thus far and no further." If we do not, we shall later feel, instead of pride, the regret of Thoreau, that good but overly-bookish man, who wrote, near the end of his life, "If I repent of anything it is likely to be my good behaviour.
This is the most beautiful place on Earth. There are many such places. Every man, every woman, carries in heart and mind the image of the ideal place, the right place, the one true home, known or unknown, actual or visionary.
Our “neoconservatives” are neither new nor conservative, but old as Babylon and evil as Hell.
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread. A civilization which destroys what little remains of the wild, the spare, the original, is cutting itself off from its origins and betraying the principle of civilization itself.
One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain't nothing can beat teamwork.
Baseball serves as a good model for democracy in action: Every player is equally important and each has a chance to be a hero.
In the world of words, one of my best-loved tribes is the diatribe.
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.
What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.
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.
Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.
As war and government prove, insanity is the most contagious of diseases.
Concrete is heavy; iron is hard - but the grass will prevail.
The function of an ideal is not to be realized but, like that of the North Star, to serve as a guiding point.
Why this cult of wilderness?... because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.
Homosexuality, like androgyny, might be an instinctive racial response to overpopulation, crowding, and stress. Both flourish when empire reaches its apogee.
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 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.
Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.
Taxation: how the sheep are shorn.
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.
We're all undesirable elements from somebody's point of view.
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.
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