“Man is a complex being: he makes deserts bloom - and lakes die.”
“A thousand plastic flowers don't make a desert bloom. A thousand empty faces don't fill an empty room".”
“Stupid speaks loudly; he makes noise like pigs! Wise man speaks calmly; he makes sound like quiet lakes!”
“The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.”
“There was room for them. A great deal of Italy, back then, was forest. Where man goes, trees die; or, to paraphrase Tacitus, we make a desert and call it progress.”
“every man is tabernacled in every other, and he in exchange and so on in an endless complexity of being and witness to the uttermost edge of the world.”