Once, perhaps, the God-intoxicated few could abscond to the wild frontiers, the forests, the desert places to keep alive the perennial wisdom that they harbored. But no longer. They must now become a political force or their tradition perishes. Soon enough, there will be no solitude left for the saints to roam but its air will shudder with a noise of great engines that drowns out all prayers. —Theodore Roszak More about this quote Tags: solitude politics God wisdom society prayer frontier Permalink for this quote facebook twitter tumblr email