The light which puts out our eyes is darkness to us. Only that day daw >>
It is easier to sail many thousand miles through cold and storm and ca >>
The only wealth is life. >>
We could have saved the Earth but we were too damned cheap. >>
The world's a forest, in which all lose their way; though by a differe >>
If the world is cold, make it your business to build fires. >>
The earth is not a mere fragment of dead history, stratum upon stratum like the leaves of a book, to be studied by geologists and antiquaries chiefly, but living poetry like the leaves of a tree, which precede flowers and fruit -- not a fossil earth, but a living earth; compared with whose great central life all animal and vegetable life is merely parasitic. Its throes will heave our exuviate from their graves.