The truth is, almost nobody wants to experience real nature. What people want is to spend a week or two in a cabin in the woods, with screens on the windows. They want a simplified life for a while, without all their stuff. Or a nice river rafting trip for a few days, with somebody else doing the cooking. Nobody wants to go back to nature in any real way, and nobody does. It's all talk

Mr. Craig was not above talking politics occasionally, though he piqued himself rather on a wise insight than on specific information.

George Eliot

The first time someone I loved left me behind...I didn't know how my family would balance. We had been such a sturdy little end table, four solid legs. I was sure we would now be off-kilter, always unstable. Until one day I looked more closely, and realized that we had simply become a stool.

Jodi Picoult

A good and faithful judge ever prefers the honorable to the expedient.

Horace

I've got tonnes of aboriginal and Native American art, but I'd like even more.

Tori Amos

We wait for the day to come when men will turn as eagerly to the work of converting their material wealth into real life values as they are now devoting themselves to mere acquisition. When that time comes the successful business man will stop short in his impetuous career, and ask himself if it really pays to sacrifice life with all its varied, but fast-fleeting opportunities, to an aim so narrow and sordid. Then the multimillionaire will not seek to rid himself of a useless burden by indiscriminate giving, but will study with infinite pains to restore for the happiness and welfare of all mankind those vast riches that society itself has enabled him to accumulate. Then all forms of outward wealth will mean nothing but opportunity for inward growth and expansion. The search for truth, the love of beauty in nature and art, the enthusiasm for humanity, the passion for the ideal, the glow of hope and aspiration, all these, growing up within the soul of man will take up these modern material gifts, in themselves so inert and useless, and make them radiant with a value they do not now possess. Somehow or other this dead world of matter into which, in our western civilization, especially, we have buried too much of our life, must be made to render back the vital treasure of which it has despoiled us. Our world must be spiritualized or it will grow more and more stale and dull and unsatisfactory on our hands. Not to our captains of industry, not to our developers of material wealth must we look for life and life more abundant in the future; but ever to those men who, with some inward illumination, will

Loren B. Macdonald, Life in the

President Obama is a principled man who has worked hard to put healthcare and a good education in the reach of millions of Americans and believes that everyone who works hard and plays by the rules, should have a fair shot at the American dream.

Cristina Saralegui

A sensual and intemperate youth translates into an old worn-out body.

Marcus Tullius Cicero

The Word of fire burns today On the lips of our prophets in an evil age.

Margaret Walker

The word is the Verb, and the Verb is God.

Victor Hugo

Do nothing hastily but catching of fleas.

Thomas Fuller

There's already a marriage clock, a career clock, a biological clock. Sometimes being a woman feels like standing in the lobby of a hotel, looking at the dials depicting every time zone in the world behind the front desk - except they all apply to you, and all at once.

Sloane Crosley

Oh! Pilot! 'tis a fearful night,There's danger on the deep,I'll come and pace the deck with thee,I do not dare to sleep.Go down, the sailor cried, go down,This is no place for thee;Fear not! but trust in Providence,Wherever thou mayst be.Ah! Pilot, dangers often metWe all are apt to slight,And thou hast known these raging wavesBut to subdue their might.It is not apathy, he cried,That gives this strength to me,Fear not but trust in Providence,Wherever thou mayst be.On such a night the sea engulphedMy father's lifeless form;My only brother's boat went downIn just so wild a storm;And such, perhaps, may be my fate,But still I say to thee,Fear not but trust in Providence,Wherever thou mayst be.

Thomas Haynes Bayly, The Pilot