Only Economists Mistake Physical Opulence For Riches.

That Dark Laboratory We Call The Soil.

Two Things Hold Promise Of Improving Those Lights. One Is To Apply Science To Land-use. The Other Is To Cultivate A Love Of Country A Little Less Spangled With Stars, And A Little More Imbued With That Respect For Mother-earth - The Lack Of Which Is, To Me, The Outstanding Attribute Of The Machine-age.

The Hope Of The Future Lies Not In Curbing The Influence Of Human Occupancy - It Is Already Too Late For That - But In Creating A Better Understanding Of The Extent Of That Influence And A New Ethic For Its Governance.

When Some Remote Ancestor Of Ours Invented The Shovel, He Became A Giver: He Could Plant A Tree. And When The Axe Was Invented, He Became A Taker: He Could Chop It Down. Whoever Owns Land Has Thus Assumed, Whether He Knows It Or Not, The Divine Functions Of Creating And Destroying Plants.

To Keep Every Cog And Wheel Is The First Precaution Of Intelligent Tinkering.