Land Quotes - Page 86

Trade unions are islands of anarchy in a sea of chaos.

Switzerland is my favorite place now, because it's so - nothing. There is absolutely nothing to do.

Do you know they found land mines in woman's souls.

Producer's Surplus is a convenient name for the genus of which the rent of land is the leading species.

Conservation is getting nowhere because it is incompatible with our Abrahamic concept of land. We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect. There is no other way for land to survive the impact of mechanized man, nor for us to reap from it the aesthetic harvest it is capable, under science, of contributing to culture

Our tools are better than we are, and grow better faster than we do. They suffice to crack the atom, to command the tides, but they do not suffice for the oldest task in human history, to live on a piece of land without spoiling it.

My favorite quote: The land ethic simply enlarges the boundaries of the community to include soils, waters, plants, and animals, or collectively: the land. In short, a land ethic changes the role of Homo sapiens from conqueror of the land-community to plain member and citizen of it. It implies respect for his fellow-members, and also respect for the community as such.

The society of merchants can be defined as a society in which things disappear in favor of signs. When a ruling class measures its fortunes, not by the acre of land or the ingot of gold, but by the number of figures corresponding ideally to a certain number of exchange operations, it thereby condemns itself to setting a certain kind of humbug at the center of its experience and its universe. A society founded on signs is, in its essence, an artificial society in which man's carnal truth is handled as something artificial.

When the sea goes down, there will come from the mainland boats and men. And they will find ten dead bodies and an unsolved problem on Indian Island.

We have not invaded anyone. We have not conquered anyone. We have not grabbed their land, their culture, their history and tried to enforce our way of life on them.

A trauma is something one repeats and repeats, after all, and this is the tragedy of the Iqbals--that they can't help but reenact the dash they once made from one land to another, from one faith to another, from one brown mother country into the pale, freckled arms of an imperial sovereign.

Far out of sight forever stands the sea, Bounding the land with pale tranquillity.

I planned the exhibition so that it becomes a story where the viewer travels through these islands [of ideas]. Whether the contents of each chapter came first or the artist came first in making the decision was different in each case.

My father owned a small piece of land. He carried it with him wherever he went.

My fatherland has always the first claim on me.

I would like to see as many people patriotic to a land as I have seen patriotic to a flag.

Ye lover of the picturesque, if ye wish to drown your grief, take my advice and visit the ancient town of Crieff.

Slander lives upon succession, For ever housed where it gets possession.

How much an ill word may empoison liking!

Tax not so bad a voice to slander music any more than once.

I don't believe in making pencil sketches and then painting landscape in your studio. You must be right under the sky.

Our lives are like islands in the sea, or like trees in the forest. The maple and the pine may whisper to each other with their leaves ... But the trees also commingle their roots in the darkness underground, and the islands also hang together through the ocean's bottom.

The pleasure of hating, like a poisonous mineral, eats into the heart of religion, and turns it to ranking spleen and bigotry; it makes patriotism an excuse for carrying fire, pestilence, and famine into other lands: it leaves to virtue nothing but the spirit of censoriousness.

If people really liked to work, we'd still be plowing the land with sticks and transporting goods on our backs.

The great fact was the land itself, which seemed to overwhelm the little beginnings of human society that struggled in its sombre wastes.