We have become blind to the alternatives to violence.
We will instead have to measure our economy by the health of the ecosystems and human communities where we do our work.
But in its de facto alliance with Caesar, Christianity connives directly in the murder of Creation. For in these days, Caesar is no longer a mere destroyer of armies, cities, and nations. He is a contradicter of the fundamental miracle of life.
To be sane in a mad time is bad for the brain, worse for the heart.
A Sustainable Agriculture does not deplete soils or people.
We can fight the global economy with a strong local economy.
What can’t be helped must be endured.
The mercy of the world is you don’t know what’s going to happen.
To mind being disliked by a woman you don’t desire and are not married to is yet another serious failure of common sense.
Some nights in the midst of this loneliness I swung among the scattered stars at the end of the thin thread of faith alone.
It surely is far better to be disliked by somebody you don’t love than by somebody you do. Even so, I mind. Even so, failing to love somebody is a failure.
It is the man who can think of no alternative to his enslavement who is truly a slave.
The presence of the present has become insistent, undeniable, and I dare not look away.
It is no more possible to live in the future than it is to live in the past. If life is not now, it is never.
You don’t need to be told some things. You can sometimes tell more by a man’s silence and the set of his head than by what he says.
The more artificial a human environment becomes, the more the word ‘natural’ becomes a term of value.
To treat life as less than a miracle is to give up on it.
He never complained. He seemed to have no instinct for the making much of oneself that complaining requires.
I believe that the world was created and approved by love, that it subsists, coheres, and endures by love, and that, insofar as it is redeemable, it can be redeemed only by love.
The music, while it lasted, brought a new world into being.