How long can men thrive between walls of brick, walking on asphalt pavements, breathing the fumes of coal and oil, growing, working, dying, with hardly a thought of wind, and sky, and fields of grain, seeing only machine-made beauty, the mineral-like quality of life?

Real freedom lies in wildness, not civilization.

I am shocked at the attitude of our American troops. They have no respect for death, the courage of an enemy soldier, or many of the ordinary decencies of life.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

Tolerance is a virtue that depends upon peace and strength.

Life is a culmination of the past, an awareness of the present, an indication of a future beyond knowledge, the quality that gives a touch of divinity to matter.

In time of war, truth is always replaced by propaganda.

We must learn from the sermons of Christ, the wisdom of Laotzu, the teachings of Buddha.

In wilderness I sense the miracle of life, and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.

Is he alone who has courage on his right hand and faith on his left hand?

To be absolutely alone for the first time in the cockpit of a plane hundreds of feet above the ground is an experience never to be forgotten.

Time is no longer endless or the horizon destitute of hope.

Life is like a landscape. You live in the midst of it but can describe it only from the vantage point of distance.