I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have
to live than other things do.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have
to live than other things do.

We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? read more

We generate our own environment. We get exactly what we deserve. How can we resent a life we've created ourselves? Who's to blame, who's to credit but us? Who can change it, anytime we wish, but us?

On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the
banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. read more

On the Big Blackfoot River above the mouth of Belmont Creek the
banks are fringed by large Ponderosa pines. In the slanting sun
of late afternoon the shadows of great branches reached across
the river, and the trees took the river in their arms.

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!

Oh, leave this barren spot to me!
Spare, woodman, space the beechen tree!

There are two ways of being creative. One can sing and dance. Or one can create an environment in which read more

There are two ways of being creative. One can sing and dance. Or one can create an environment in which singers and dancers flourish.

What we've proven is that you can protect the environment, use it wisely and grow the economy and that there read more

What we've proven is that you can protect the environment, use it wisely and grow the economy and that there is no conflict between the two.

Some boundless contiguity of shade.

Some boundless contiguity of shade.

I do not know of any environmental group in any country that does
not view its government as an read more

I do not know of any environmental group in any country that does
not view its government as an adversary.

Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,--
The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three
On the mossed read more

Where is the pride of Summer,--the green prime,--
The many, many leaves all twinkling?--three
On the mossed elm; three on the naked lime
Trembling,--and one upon the old oak tree!
Where is the Dryad's immortality?