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 a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its read more

Nature is a collective idea, and, though its essence exist in each individual of the species, can never in its perfection inhabit a single object.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

Just living is not enough... One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition read more

He who has so little knowledge of human nature as to seek happiness by changing anything but his own disposition will waste his life away in fruitless efforts.

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full read more

I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

Summer makes me drowsy. Autumn makes me sing. Winter's pretty lousy, but I hate Spring.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

The poetry of the earth is never dead.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.

In the depth of winter I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.