The brave man, indeed, calls himself lord of the land, through his iron, through his blood.
We shall never achieve harmony with land, any more than we shall achieve absolute justice or liberty for people. In these higher aspirations, the important thing is not to achieve but to strive.
The brave find a home in every land.
True patriotism hates injustice in its own land more than anywhere else.
Great Heroes are long-lived who do not die in time; sculptors of independence. Heroic Ma avar who have departed have sown the seed for the uprising of lofty liberation of our land.
Where you have a plot of land, however small, plant a garden. Staying close to the soil is good for the soul
As democracy is perfected, the office represents, more and more closely, the inner soul of the people. We move toward a lofty ideal. On some great and glorious day the plain folks of the land will reach their hearts desire at last, and the White House will be adorned by a downright moron
A land of levity is a land of guilt.
And the whole congregation of the children of Israel murmured against Moses and Aaron in the wilderness: And the children of Israel said unto
them, Would to God we had died by the hand of the Lord in the land of Egypt, when we sat by the flesh pots, and when we did eat bread to the full;
for ye have brought us forth into this wilderness, to kill this whole assembly with hunger.
How do you meditate? You meditate with an inner cry. There should be an inner cry here, in the heart. The outer cry is ego-centred; it wants name and fame. ... While you are feeling this inner cry, you try to make the mind absolutely calm and quiet. If a thought enters your mind, you try to reject it. Consider this thought as a fly. When a fly comes to land on your arm, you don't allow the fly to remain; you just wave your hand and it goes away
For it is a land of illusion, a place in the mind, a shimmering mirage of riches and mystery and death. These illusions have distorted its landscape and contorted its history
He loved the twilight that surrounds The border-land of old romance; Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist, And mighty warriors sweep along, Magnified by the purple mist, The dusk of centuries and of song.
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
What cause have we to complain about their fierce hatred to us? For eight years now, they sit in their refugee camps in Gaza, and before their eyes we turn into our homestead the land and villages in which they and their forefathers have lived.
A joke is not a thing but a process, a trick you play on the listener's mind. You start him off toward a plausible goal, and then by a sudden twist you land him nowhere at all or just where he didn't expect to go.
Xenophobia manifests itself especially against civilizations and cultures that are weak because they lack economic resources, means of subsistence or land. So nomadic people are the first targets of this kind of aggression.
America is the land of the second chance - and when the gates of the prison open, the path ahead should lead to a better life.
The true peace of God begins at any spot a thousand miles from the nearest land
Wisdom understands that in a world of ecological interconnectedness there is no such things as ìaway.î We donít throw things ìaway,î we simply put them someplace where they defile the land, foul the water, pollute the air or change the earthís atmosphere
Water is the most critical resource issue of our lifetime and our children's lifetime.
The health of our waters is the principal measure of how we live on the land
To the lost man, to the pioneer penetrating a new country, to the naturalist who wishes
to see the wild land at its wildest, the advice is always the same -- follow a river.
The river is the original forest highway. It is nature's own Wilderness Road
These weapons liberated the land and by these weapons, we will continue the liberation process
Wilderness is an anchor to windward. Knowing it is there, we can also know that we are still a rich nation, tending our resources as we should--not a people in despair searching every last nook and cranny of our land for a board of lumber, a barrel of oil, a blade of grass, or a tank of water.
Having to squeeze the last drop of utility out of the land has the same desperate finality as having to chop up the furniture to keep warm.
Conservation is a state of harmony between men and land.