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When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
When chill November's surly blast make fields and forest bare.
Nature has neither kernel nor shell; she is everything at once
Nature has neither kernel nor shell; she is everything at once
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
Because we don't think about future generations, they will never forget us.
We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.
We still do not know one thousandth of one percent of what nature has revealed to us.
Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.
The ordinary corporation is a person for purposes of the adjudicatory processes, whether it represents proprietary, spiritual, aesthetic, or charitable read more
The ordinary corporation is a person for purposes of the adjudicatory processes, whether it represents proprietary, spiritual, aesthetic, or charitable causes.
So it should be as respects valleys, alpine meadows, rivers, lakes, estuaries, beaches, ridges, groves of trees, swampland, or even air that feels the destructive pressures of modern technology and modern life. The river, for example, is the living symbol of all the life it sustains or nourishes - fish, aquatic insects, water ouzels, otter, fisher, deer, elk, bear, and all other animals, including man, who are dependent on it or who enjoy it for its sight, its sound, or its life. The river as plaintiff speaks for the ecological unit of life that is part of it.
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off read more
One of the most tragic things I know about human nature is that all of us tend to put off living. We are all dreaming of some magical rose garden over the horizon instead of enjoying the roses that are blooming outside our windows today.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
What humbugs we are, who pretend to live for Beauty, and never see the Dawn!
