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.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

Nature is wont to hide herself.

The groves were God's first temples.

The groves were God's first temples.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

External nature is only internal nature writ large.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Rich with the spoils of nature.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

Rain! whose soft architectural hands have power to cut stones, and chisel to shapes of grandeur the very mountains.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

If the path be beautiful, let us not ask where it leads.

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more

Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no read more

I've made an odd discovery. Every time I talk to a savant I feel quite sure that happiness is no longer a possibility. Yet when I talk with my gardener, I'm convinced of the opposite.