Without reverence we [people] will gradually descend into ecocide. In the degree that the imperatives of the market - the temple of… — Sam Keen Copy Share Image
There is the National Flag. He must be cold, indeed, who can look upon its folds rippling in the breeze without pride… — Charles Sumner Copy Share Image
Yeah, I'm going to go back (after hitting his 500th home run, but commenting on reaching the 3,000 hit plateau) to my… — Rafael Palmeiro Copy Share Image
It was in the days when France's power was already broken upon the seas, and when more of her three-deckers lay rotting… — Arthur Conan Doyle Copy Share Image
Revolution? Unscrew the flag-staff, wrap the bunting in the oil covers, and put the thing in the clothes-chest. Let the old lady… — Alfred Doblin Copy Share Image
Place hitting is, in a sense, glorified bunting. I only take a half swing at the ball, and the weight of the… — Edd Roush Copy Share Image
There is the morass, wherein you plunge up to your knees, or the walking over the stubborn, dwarfish shrubbery, whereby one treads… — John James Audubon Copy Share Image