That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding.
About Edward Abbey
Edward Paul Abbeywas an American author and essayist noted for his advocacy of environmental issues, criticism of public land policies, and anarchist political views. His best-known works include the novel The Monkey Wrench Gang, which has been cited as an inspiration by radical environmental groups, and the non-fiction work Desert Solitaire.
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Power is always dangerous. Power attracts the worst and corrupts the best.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Abolition of a woman’s right to abortion, when and if she wants it, amounts to compulsory maternity: a form of rape by the State.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
What is the purpose of the giant sequoia tree? The purpose of the giant sequoia tree is to provide shade for the tiny titmouse.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
A patriot must always be ready to defend his country against his government.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
One man alone can be pretty dumb sometimes, but for real bona fide stupidity, there ain’t nothin’ can beat teamwork.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
There is science, logic, reason; there is thought verified by experience. And then there is California.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Our ‘neoconservatives’ are neither new nor conservative, but old as Bablyon and evil as Hell.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
When a man’s best friend is his dog, that dog has a problem.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
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!
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Anarchism is founded on the observation that since few men are wise enough to rule themselves, even fewer are wise enough to rule others.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
That which today calls itself science gives us more and more information, and indigestible glut of information, and less and less understanding.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
The missionaries go forth to Christianize the savages – as if the savages weren’t dangerous enough already.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Climbing K2 or floating the Grand Canyon in an inner tube; there are some things one would rather have done than do.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Say what you like about my bloody murderous government,’ I says, ‘but don’t insult me poor bleedin’ country.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Grown men do not need leaders.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Civilization is a youth with a molotov cocktail in his hand. Culture is the Soviet tank or L.A. cop that guns him down.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Society is like a stew. If you don’t stir it up every once in a while then a layer of scum floats to the top.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Belief in the supernatural reflects a failure of the imagination.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
If the end does not justify the means – what can?
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
The idea of wilderness needs no defense, it only needs defenders.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
The tragedy of modern war is that the young men die fighting each other – instead of their real enemies back home in the capitals.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
Taxation: how the sheep are shorn.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
A drink a day keeps the shrink away.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)
You can’t study the darkness by flooding it with light.
American author and essayist (1927-1989)