Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Alexander PopeRead
Know, Nature's children all divide her care, The fur that warms a monarch warmed a bear.
Interpretation
Nature provides equally for all creatures, regardless of their status.
This quote by Alexander Pope reflects the idea that nature does not discriminate. All beings, from the highest ranks to the lowest, receive care and resources from the natural world. The analogy of fur that warms both a monarch and a bear illustrates that essentials are shared by all, emphasizing the unity of life and the impartiality of nature's gifts.
In practice
In a lecture about environmentalism, one might use this quote to highlight the interconnectedness of all living beings.
Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
What dire offence from am'rous causes springs, What mighty contests rise from trivial things.
Fair tresses man's imperial race ensnare; And beauty draws us with a single hair.
An honest man's the noblest work of God.
One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight;_x000D_ _x000D_ Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
Who breaks a butterfly on a wheel?
Flowers are the earth laughing.
...for most people in the [Jewish] Ghetto [of Warsaw] nature lived only in memory -- no parks, birds, or greenery existed in the Ghetto -- and they suffered the loss of nature like a phantom-limb pain, an amputation that scrambled the body's rhythms, starved the senses, and made basic ideas about the world impossible for children to fathom.
In most mills, only the best portions of the best trees are used, while the ruins are left on the ground to feed great fires which kill much of what is left of the less desirable timber, together with the seedlings on which the permanence of the forest depends.
Sustainable fishing is a fraud. It's a marketing term that really means 'business as usual.'
When the blackberries hang swollen in the woods, in the brambles nobody owns, I spend all day among the high branches, reaching my ripped arms, thinking of nothing, cramming the black honey of summer into my mouth; all day my body accepts what it is. In the dark creeks that run by there is this thick paw of my life darting among the black bells, the leaves; there is this happy tongue.
There is a harmony In autumn, and a luster in its sky...
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