Earth
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The Earth does not belong to us: we belong to the Earth.
All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.
Like a welcome summer rain, humor may suddenly cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
You're on earth. There's no cure for that.
Travel in all the four quarters of the earth, yet you will find nothing anywhere. Whatever there is, is only here.
Trees are Earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven.
I always consider the settlement of America with reverence and wonder, as the opening of a grand scene and design in providence, for the illumination of the ignorant and the emancipation of the slavish part of mankind all over the earth.
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