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The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where read more
The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.
I don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth read more
I don't know if there are men on the moon, but if there are they must be using the earth as their lunatic asylum.
Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, read more
Our earth is but a small star in a great universe. Yet of it we can make, if we choose, a planet unvexed by war, untroubled by hunger or fear, undivided by senseless distinctions of race, color or theory.
Nothing on earth is so well-suited to make the sad merry, the merry sad, to give courage to the despairing, read more
Nothing on earth is so well-suited to make the sad merry, the merry sad, to give courage to the despairing, to make the proud humble, to lessen envy and hate, as music
The earth is the Lord's fullness thereof: this is no longer a hollow dictum of religion, but a directive for read more
The earth is the Lord's fullness thereof: this is no longer a hollow dictum of religion, but a directive for economic action toward human brotherhood.
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup read more
The green earth sends her incense up. From many a mountain shrine; From folded leaf and dewey cup She pours her sacred wine.
Earth is but the frozen echo of the silent voice of God.
Earth is but the frozen echo of the silent voice of God.
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
Earth took her shining station as a star, In Heaven's dark hall, high up the crowd of worlds.
How far must suffering and misery go before we see that even in the day of vast cities and powerful read more
How far must suffering and misery go before we see that even in the day of vast cities and powerful machines, the good earth is our mother and that if we destroy her, we destroy ourselves?
