We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent read more

We are, perhaps, uniquely among the earth's creatures, the worrying animal. We worry away our lives, fearing the future, discontent with the present, unable to take in the idea of dying, unable to sit still.

Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, read more

Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.

The pagans do not know God, and love only the earth. The Jews know the true God, and love only read more

The pagans do not know God, and love only the earth. The Jews know the true God, and love only the earth. The Christians know the true God, and do not love the earth.

The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what read more

The surface of the Earth is the shore of the cosmic ocean. From it we have learned most of what we know. Recently, we have waded a little out to sea, enough to dampen our toes or, at most, wet our ankles. The water seems inviting. The ocean calls. So

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.

The church says the earth is flat, but I know that it is round, for I have seen the shadow read more

The church says the earth is flat, but I know that it is round, for I have seen the shadow on the moon, and I have more faith in a shadow than in the church

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth read more

I confess that I love him, I rejoice that I love him, I thank the maker of Heaven and Earth that gave him to me. The exultation floods me.

The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup read more

The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.

The earth and its resources belong of right to its people.

The earth and its resources belong of right to its people.