That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding. – Edward Abbey
Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing. – Edward Abbey
I wish to be
an inspector of volcanoes.
I want to study cloud formations
and memorize the wind
and learn by heart the habits of
the ponderosa pine. – Edward Abbey
For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant! – Edward Abbey