I read this book recently its a quick read and very insightful, you can probably pick it up at a local library or its only a dollar online check it out:

"Sitting on a hill above our camp, listening to the doves calling far out there, I feel again the old sick romantic urge to fade away into those mountains, to disappear, to merge and meld with the ultimate, the unnamable, the bedrock of being, Face to face with the absolute - whatever it is. Sweet oblivion, final revelation. Easy now. What's the hurry? I light a cigar instead."

"'What is it?' we ask, meaning what is its name? This odd quirk of the human mind: Unless we can name things, they remain for us only half-real. Or less than half real: nonexistent. A man without a name is nobody."

"No one is there. Everything is there."

"If lucky, we may succeed in making America not the master of the earth (a trivial goal), but rather an example to other nations of what is possible and beautiful."

"It occurred to me that more and more we communicate with one another as indirectly as possible. Through wall placards. Through graffiti. Through bumper stickers, headgear, lapel buttons, T-shirts... anything but face-to-face exchange. Perhaps this has been obvious to everyone else for a long time. Perhaps I've been living to long in the mountains. Perhaps I should rejoin what they call civilization. If there is one. I'm willing to listen to reason. If I hear any."

“We are not foreigners; we were born and we belong here. We are not aliens, but rather like children, barely beginning here and now in the childhood of the race to discover the marvel, the magic, the mystery of this gracious planet that is our inheritance.”

You might even learn something