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I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.
I think nobody owns the land until their dead are in it.
Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land.
Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land.
Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.
Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.
Property is the fruit of labor; property is desirable; it is a positive good in the world.
Property is the fruit of labor; property is desirable; it is a positive good in the world.
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.
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?
Material blessings, when they pay beyond the category of need, are weirdly fruitful of headache.
Material blessings, when they pay beyond the category of need, are weirdly fruitful of headache.
When people lose their ties to the land they grow corrupt. Inevitably, they grow corrupt.
When people lose their ties to the land they grow corrupt. Inevitably, they grow corrupt.
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.