“We have now felled forest enough everywhere, in many districts far too much. Let us restore this one element of material life to its normal proportions, and devise means for maintaining the permanence of its relations to the fields, the meadows and the pastures, to the rain and the dews of heaven, to the springs and rivulets with which it waters down the earth.” MeanEnoughEarthPastScienceHeavenWaterToo MuchFieldsMaterialsElementsNormalSpringRainRelationForestsProportionMaintainingDewMeadowsPermanencePastures Book:So Great a Vision: The Conservation Writings of George Perkins Marsh Source: So Great a Vision: The Conservation Writings of George Perkins Marsh
“Listen to the Water-Mill: Through the live-long day How the clicking of its wheel Wears the hours away! Languidly the Autumn wind Stirs the forest leaves, From the field the reapers sing Binding up their sheaves: And a proverb haunts my mind As a spell is cast, "The mill cannot grind With the water that is past.” MindLongPastWaterHoursFieldsWindCastsForestsWheelsAutumnSpellsGrindMillsBindingLong DayReaperAutumn Wind Book:Sarah Doudney: Selected Poems and Hymns Source: Sarah Doudney: Selected Poems and Hymns
“Like all truly pure souls she [Chantal] quickly resigned herself to past faults, thought only of how to repair whatever harm they had done. "Of all my daughters, you are certainly the least bothered by scruples of conscience," Abbé Chevance used to say.... Even sin, once the will is detached and no longer nourishes it, withers and dies sterile. It is in the secret of intentions, like in a decomposing humus, in the dark forest of future sins, unpardoned sins, half dead, half living, that new poisons are distilled.” SoulDonePastUsedDiesDarkSinSecretHalfPureDaughterConscienceFaultsIntentionHarmForestsPoisonMy DaughterBotheredDetachedResignedScruplesPure Soul Author:Georges Bernanos