At bottom, every man knows perfectly well that he is a unique being, only once on this earth; and by no extraordinary chance will such a marvelously picturesque piece of diversity in unity as he is, ever be put together a second time.
For a loser, Vegas is the meanest town on earth.
Every part of this earth is SACRED to my people. We are part of of the earth and it's part of us.
The earth and myself are of one mind.
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!
Many times I am asked why the suffering of animals should call forth more sympathy from me than the suffering of human beings; why I work in this direction of charitable work more than toward any other. My answer is that because I believe that this work includes all the education and lines of reform which are needed to make a perfect circle of peace and goodwill about the Earth.
So stick up ivy and the bays, and then restore the heathen ways, green will remind you of the Spring, though this great day denies the thing, and mortifies the earth, and all, but your wild revels, and loose hall.
May there only be peaceful and cheerful Earth Days to come for our beautiful Spaceship Earth as it continues to spin and circle in frigid space with its warm and fragile cargo of animate life.
Just as treasures are uncovered from the earth, so virtue appears from good deeds, and wisdom appears from a pure and peaceful mind. To walk safely through the maze of human life, one needs the light of wisdom and the guidance of virtue.
The earth was made so various, that the mind Of desultory man, studious of change, And pleased with novelty, might be indulged.
Black women are the strongest most hardworking people on earth. The shit I talk on records about black women is just that: shit.
The mind of the greatest man on earth is not so independent of circumstances as not to feel inconvenienced by the merest buzzing noise about him; it does not need the report of a cannon to disturb his thoughts. The creaking of a vane or a pully is quite enough. Do not wonder that he reasons ill just now; a fly is buzzing by his ear; it is quite enough to unfit him for giving good counsel.
Distrust everyone in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! Does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?
The life of the husbandman,--a life led by the bounty of earth and sweetened by the airs of heaven.
Let us have compassion for those under chastisement. Alas, who are we ourselves? Who am I and who are you? Whence do we come and is it quite certain that we did nothing before we were born? This earth is not without some resemblance to a gaol. Who knows but that man is a victim of divine justice? Look closely at life. It is so constituted that one senses punishment everywhere.
Indeed, our particular concept of private property, which deters us from exhausting the positive resources of the earth, favors pollution.
Good morning starshine, the Earth says hello!
Here is a test to find whether your mission on earth is finished: If you are alive, it isn't.
Weak mortals, chained to the earth, creatures of clay as frail as the foliage of the woods, you unfortunate race, whose life is but darkness, as unreal as a shadow, the illusion of a dream.
Why do people have to be this lonely? What's the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Today the eyes of orthodox Jews of earth are fixed upon Palestine.
The nation has placed its faith in the precept that all laws should be inspired by actual needs here on earth as a basic fact of national life.
Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.
Death can show us the way, for when we know and understand completely that our time on this earth is limited, and that we have no way of knowing when it will be over, then we must live each day as if it were the only one we had.
Earth provides enough to satisfy every man's need, but not every man's greed