Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from read more

Landscapes have a language of their own, expressing the soul of the things, lofty or humble, which constitute them, from the mighty peaks to the smalles of the tiny flowers hidden in the meadow's grass.

There have been few things in my life which have had a more genial effect on my mind than the read more

There have been few things in my life which have had a more genial effect on my mind than the possession of a piece of land.

Maka le wakan -- the land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is read more

Maka le wakan -- the land is sacred. These words are at the core of our being. The land is our mother, the rivers our blood. Take away our land and we die. That is, the Indian in us dies. We'd become just suntanned white men, the jetsam snd floatsam of your great melting pot.

The East bow'd low before the blast,
In patient, deep disdain.
She let the legions thunder past,
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The East bow'd low before the blast,
In patient, deep disdain.
She let the legions thunder past,
And plunged in thought again.

America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The read more

America is not a young land: it is old and dirty and evil before the settlers, before the Indians. The evil is there waiting.

I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.

I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.

Oh, dense intelligence. I suspect that it was Batavian (i.e.
from the Netherlands-Batavia.)
[Lat., O crassum ingenium. Suspicor read more

Oh, dense intelligence. I suspect that it was Batavian (i.e.
from the Netherlands-Batavia.)
[Lat., O crassum ingenium. Suspicor fuisse Batavum.]

To get to know a country, you must have direct contact with the
earth. It's futile to gaze at read more

To get to know a country, you must have direct contact with the
earth. It's futile to gaze at the world through a car window.

For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?

For where does one run to when he's already in the promised land?