Russian forests crash down under the axe, billions of trees are dying, the habitations of animals and birds are layed waste, river...s grow shallow and dry up, marvelous landscapes are disappearing forever.... Man is endowed with creativity in order to multiply that which has been given him; he has not created, but destroyed. There are fewer and fewer forests, rivers are drying up, wildlife has become extinct, the climate is ruined, and the earth is becoming ever poorer and uglier.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The farmer stands well on the world. Plain in manners as in dress, he would not shine in palaces; he is absolutely unknown and ina...dmissible therein; living or dying, he never shall be heard of in them; yet the drawing-room heroes put down beside him would shrivel in his presence; he solid and unexpressive, they expressed to gold-leaf.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The eager fate which carried thee Took the largest part of me:... For this losing is true dying; This is lordly man's down-lying, This his slow but sure reclining, Star by star his world resigning.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We looked down at a glassy glittering icy place many days walking across and very deep, between enormous icy black peaks. All we l...ooked at had a glassy awfulness that hurt into our dying eyes; and as we peered down over the edge of the miniature valley we were stranded in at the top of the mountain peak, we knew we would never leave it. How could we, weak as we were, descend the ghastly precipices of that peak? And so, for the last time with our old eyes, we sat close and looked into each other's faces, until, one after another, our faces shuttered themselves in death, and our bundles of bones settled inside the heaps of our shag-skin coats, so that, as we slid away from that scene, and saw it with eyes we had not known we possessed, all we could see was what looked like a herd of beasts crouched in sleep or in death high up there on a mountaintop.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It must be terrible to bury someone you love in early May, when the ground is beginning to thaw and stretch and turn bright green ...and the smell of lilacs tumbles down from the bushes like a little benediction. Or in September, when the noon sun is still warm on your face but the evenings are cool enough for flannel and an extra blanket dragged up from the footboard in the middle of the night. Or at Christmas. It must be terrible at Christmas. February is a suitable month for dying. Everything around is dead, the trees black and frozen so that the appearance of green shoots two months hence seems preposterous, the ground hard and cold, the snow dirty, the winter hateful, hanging on too long.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I'm going to take you down and show you our cemetery. I've got a waiting list of fifty people at that cemetery just dying to get i...n. But I like you and I'm going to shove you in ahead of all of them. I'm going to see that you get a steady position and if I can arrange it, it will be horizontal.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Where shall the traitor rest, He, the deceiver,... Who could win maiden's breast, Ruin, and leave her? In the lost battle, Borne down by the flying, Where mingles war's rattle With groans of the dying;LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
For him no Minstrel raptures swell; High though his titles, proud his name,... Boundless his wealth as wish can claim; Despite those titles, power, and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Now I'm going to tell you about a scorpion. This scorpion wanted to cross a river, so he asked a frog to carry him. "No," said the... frog, "no thank you. If I let you on my back you may sting me, and the sting of the scorpion is death." "Now where," asked the scorpion, "is the logic of that?"Mfor scorpions would try to be logical. "If I sting you, you will die, I will drown." So the frog was convinced to allow the scorpion on his back. But, just in the middle of the river, he felt a terrible pain and realized that, after all, the scorpion had stung him. "Logic!" cried the dying frog as he started under, taking the scorpion down with him. "There is no logic in this!" "I know," said the scorpion, "but I can't help it. It's my character."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »