Saving the world is only a hobby. Most of the time I do nothing.

Saving the world is only a hobby. Most of the time I do nothing.
I thought of the wilderness we had left behind us, open to sea and sky, joyous in its plenitude and simplicity, perfect yet vulnerable, unaware of what is coming, defended by nothing, guarded by no one.
The longest journey begins with a single step, not with the turn of an ignition key. That's the best thing about walking, the journey itself. It doesn't much matter whether you get where you're going or not. You'll get there anyway.
The moral duty of the free writer is to begin his work at home: to be a critic of his own community, his own country, his own government, his own culture. The more freedom the writer possesses, the greater the moral obligation to play the role of critic.
Most academic economists know nothing of economy. In fact, they know little of anything.
Baseball is a slow, sluggish game, with frequent and trivial interruptions, offering the spectator many opportunities to reflect at leisure upon the situation on the field: This is what a fan loves most about the game.
In writing, fidelity to fact leads eventually to the poetry of truth.
Business: Busyness.
"Say what you like about my bloody murderous government," I says, "but don't insult me poor bleedin' country."
If the life of natural things, millions of years old, does not seem sacred to us, then what can be sacred? Human vanity alone? Contempt for the natural world implies contempt for life. The domination of nature leads to the domination of human nature.
Desire lends strength. Aspiration creates inspiration, which, for the artist, is the breath of life.
Recorded history is largely an account of the crimes and disasters committed by banal little men at the levers of imperial machines.
The ever-rising cost of living: Someday soon, the corporate technicians will be locking meters on our noses and charging us a royalty on the air we breathe.
I'd sooner exchange ideas with the birds on earth than learn to carry on intergalactic communications with some obscure race of humanoids on a satellite planet from the world of Betelgeuse.
I pledge my allegiance to the damned human race, and my everlasting love to the green hills of Earth, and my intimations of glory to the singing stars, to the very end of space and time.
What draws us into the desert is the search for something intimate in the remote.
All living things on earth are kindred.
I would prefer to write about everything; what else is there? But one must be selective.
When the biggest, richest, glassiest buildings in town are the banks, you know that town's in trouble.
The best people, like the best wines, come from the hills.