My own recipe for world peace is a little bit of land for everyone.

My own recipe for world peace is a little bit of land for everyone.

Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.

Private property began the instant somebody had a mind of his own.

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

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

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?

What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all the read more

What we call real estate--the solid ground to build a house on--is the broad foundation on which nearly all the guilt of this world rests.

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.

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.

One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.

One does not sell the earth upon which the people walk.

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.