63 ordspråk av Edward Abbey
Edward Abbey
Edward Abbey föddes den
January 29th 1927 och dog den 14 March
1989 - whose works, set primarily in the southwestern United States, reflect an uncompromising environmentalist philosophy.
Mer info via Google eller Bing. For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!
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For there is a cloud on my horizon. A small dark cloud no bigger than my hand. Its name is Progress.
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God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You may be going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that only He can. Keep the faith. My instructions were to pick four people that I wanted God to bless, and I picked you. Please pass this to at least four people you care about
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Grown men do not need leaders.
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Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.
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High technology has done us one great service: It has retaught us the delight of performing simple and primordial tasks - chopping wood, building a fire, drawing water from a spring
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High technology has done us one great service: It has retaught us the delight of performing simple and primordial tasks - chopping wood, building a fire, drawing water from a spring
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If the end does not justify the means - what can?
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In social institutions, the whole is always less than the sum of its parts. There will never be a state as good as its people, or a church worthy of its congregation, or a university equal to its faculty and students.
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In the modern techno-industrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood
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It seems clear at last that our love for the natural world—Nature—is the only means by which we can requite God’s obvious love for it.
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Love implies anger. The man who is angered by nothing cares about nothing.
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May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds.
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Money confers the power to command the labor of others. Love of money is love of power. And love of power is the root of evil.
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My sole literary ambition is to write one good novel, then retire to my hut in the desert, assume the lotus position, compose my mind and senses, and sink into meditation, contemplating my novel
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