“We are now in the mountains and they are in us, kindling enthusiasm, making every nerve quiver, filling every pore and cell of us. Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun,-a part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.” IfsWellsSeemsYoungScienceNatureSunAirTreeRocksMountainSickGlassesWaveBonesFleshEnthusiasmCellsStreamsImmortalNervesFillingThrillingTransparentInseparableQuiverKindling Book:John Muir: Nature Writings Source: John Muir: Nature Writings
“The civilized people of today look back with horror at their medieval ancestors who wantonly destroyed great works of art or sat slothfully by while they destroyed. We have passed this stage.... Here in the U.S. we turn our rivers and streams into sewers and dumping grounds, we pollute the air, we destroy our forests and exterminate fishes, birds and mammals - not to speak of vulgarizing charming landscapes with hideous advertisements. But at best it looks as if our people were awakening.” PeopleIfsLooksArtTodayTurnsSpeakEnvironmentAirStageHorrorBirdRiversFishesAwakeningForestsDestroyedLandscapeSatStreamsCivilizedWorks Of ArtAncestorCharmingGreat WorkMedievalHideousAdvertisementsMammalsSewers Author:Theodore Roosevelt
“From the industry's point of view, the problem is not that coal companies blast the top off mountains, turning the area into a moonscape and polluting the air and releasing toxic chemical into what's left of the local streams and aquifers. It's that the people who live near the mines are too cozy with their cousins.” PeopleProblemLeftViewsCompanyAirMinesIndustryMountainAreasPoint Of ViewLocalsStreamsChemicalsToxicCoalCousinBlastCozyToxic ChemicalsAquifers Author:Jeff Goodell
“(The processes are) doubly ruinous: they impoverish the earth by hastily removing, for the benefit of a few generations, the common resources which, once expended and dissipated, can never be restored; and second, in its technique, its habits, its processes, the paleotechnic period is equally inimical to the earth considered as a human habitat, by its destruction of the beauty of the landscape, its ruining of streams, its pollution of drinking water, its filling the air with a finely divided carboniferous deposit, which chokes both life and vegetation.” HumansEarthProcessWaterCommonGenerationsAirHabitPeriodsBenefitsResourcesDestructionDrinkingTechniqueLandscapeStreamsDividedPollutionFillingChokeHabitatDepositsDrinking WaterVegetation Author:Lewis Mumford
“And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.” IfsWellsMayChildrenLongSoulDreamCareAirStagePoetEatingSummerMarriedSightMeetingsNotesWoodsStreamsFancyNativeMaskImmortalVersesSweetnessLinkedLapSweetestSockPierceAntiquesAnonPageantryRevelry Author:John Milton
“Lo! while we are gazing, in swifter haste Stream down the snows, till the air is white, As, myriads by myriads madly chased, They fling themselves from their shadowy height. The fair, frail creatures of middle sky, What speed they make, with their grave so nigh; Flake after flake, To lie in the dark and silent lake!” LyingDarkWhiteAirSkyMiddleCreaturesFairsSilentSpeedGravesSnowHeightStreamsLakesHasteFrailFlingGazingFlakes Author:William C. Bryant
“When winter stern, his gloomy front uprears, A sable void the barren earth appears; The meads no more their former verdure boast, Fast-bound their streams, and all their beauty lost; The herds, the flocks, in icy garments mourn, and wildly murmur for the Spring's return; From snow-topp'd hills the whirlwinds keenly blow, Howl through the woods, and pierce the vales below, Through the sharp air a flaky torrent flies, Mocks the slow sight, and hides the gloomy skies.” EarthLostAirSkyFrontsReturnSpringSightBoundsWinterBlowWoodsSnowFormerHillsStreamsVoidBoastMournGarmentsHerdsFlocksBarrenGloomyPierceHowlIcyMead Book:The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe Source: The Life and Poetical Works of the Rev. George Crabbe
“The vows that woman makes to her fond lover are only fit to be written on air or on the swiftly passing stream.” WrittenAirLoversFitPassingPassingsStreamsVow Author:Catullus
“God's beneficence streams out from the morning sun, and his love looks down upon us from the starry eyes of midnight. It is his solicitude that wraps us in the air, and the pressure of his hand, so to speak, that keeps our pulses beating. O! it is a great thing to realize that the Divine Power is always working; that nature, in every valve and every artery, is full of the presence of God.” LooksGodHandsEyeSpeakRealizingMorningSunAirDivinePressureGreat ThingsStreamsMidnightHis LoveWrapsPulsePresence Of GodDivine PowerArteriesAlways WorkingValveSolicitudeBeneficenceMorning Sun Author:Edwin Hubbel Chapin
“We have not wondered enough at the delights God has given us to appreciate them, and be good stewards. We have overworked the land, poured pollutants into river and stream, fouled the air we breathe with gas fumes and chemical smoke spiraling up from industrial chimneys. We have sown the wind. We are reaping the whirlwind.” EnoughGivenAirLandWindAppreciateRiversEnvironmentalDelightBreatheBe GoodSmokeStreamsGasChemicalsStewardshipChimneysStewardsWhirlwind Book:A Stone for a Pillow Source: A Stone for a Pillow
“Once I learned how to talk, personally, by myself to any number of people, which means do radio without talking to anyone in particular on the air - I just found that my brain became very free to engage in a sort of stream-of-consciousness style of doing what I do.” PeopleMeanFoundNumbersBrainConsciousnessTalkingAirStyleParticularRadioStreamsStream Of Consciousness Author:Marc Maron
“O thou beautiful And unimaginable ether! and Ye multiplying masses of increased And still increasing lights! what are ye? what Is this blue wilderness of interminable Air, where ye roll along, as I have seen The leaves along the limpid streams of Eden? Is your course measur'd for ye? Or do ye Sweep on in your unbounded revelry Through an aerial universe of endless Expansion,--at which my soul aches to think,-- Intoxicated with eternity.” ThinkingStillsSoulLightBeautifulUniverseCoursesStarsAirMassEternityBlueEndlessMy SoulStreamsWildernessExpansionAcheEdenUnimaginableIntoxicatedMultiplyingRevelry Author:Lord Byron