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A handful of pine-seed will cover mountains with the green majesty of forests. I too will set my face to the wind and throw my handful of seed on high.

We are seeing the birth of a new perspective of the world, where ecology and economics are two sides of the same coin.

Nature provides a free lunch, but only if we control our appetites.

You could cover the whole earth with asphalt, but sooner or later green grass would break through.

Salzburg... is a mountain town with a rushing river running right through the center, everything in the rain various shades of green and brown.

Colours shone with exceptional clarity in the rain. The ground was a deep black, the pine branches a brilliant green, the people wrapped in yellow looking like special spirits that were allowed to wander over the earth on rainy mornings only.

If you're white and you're wrong, then you're wrong; if you're black and you're wrong, you're wrong. People are people. Black, blue, pink, green - God make no rules about color; only society make rules where my people suffer, and that why we must have redemption and redemption now.

When a man or woman loves to brood over a sorrow and takes care to keep it green in their memory, you may be sure it is no longer a pain to them.

Sometimes our fate resembles a fruit tree in winter. Who would think that those branches would turn green again and blossom, but we hope it, we know it.

The trees are God's great alphabet: _x000D__x000D_With them _x000D__x000D_He writes in shining green _x000D__x000D_Across the world _x000D__x000D_His thoughts serene.

The fire in leaf and grass so green it seems each summer the last summer.

Long drawn, the cool, green shadows_x000D__x000D_Steal o'er the lake's warm breast,_x000D__x000D_And the ancient silence follows_x000D__x000D_The burning sun to rest. The calm of a thousand summers,_x000D__x000D_And dreams of countless Junes,_x000D__x000D_Return when the lake-wind murmurs_x000D__x000D_Through golden August noons.

How do you like to go up in a swing,_x000D__x000D_Up in the air so blue?_x000D__x000D_Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing_x000D__x000D_Ever a child can do!_x000D__x000D_Up in the air and over the wall,_x000D__x000D_Till I can see so wide,_x000D__x000D_River and trees and cattle and all_x000D__x000D_Over the countryside. _x000D__x000D_Till I look down on the garden green,_x000D__x000D_Down on the roof so brown-_x000D__x000D_Up in the air I go flying again,_x000D__x000D_Up in the air and down!

Tis moonlight, summer moonlight, _x000D__x000D_All soft and still and fair; _x000D__x000D_The solemn hour of midnight _x000D__x000D_Breathes sweet thoughts everywhere,_x000D__x000D__x000D_But most where trees are sending _x000D__x000D_Their breezy boughs on high, _x000D__x000D_Or stooping low are lending _x000D__x000D_A shelter from the sky._x000D__x000D__x000D_And there in those wild bowers _x000D__x000D_A lovely form is laid; _x000D__x000D_Green grass and dew-steeped flowers _x000D__x000D_Wave gently round her head.

The smell of manure, of sun on foliage, of evaporating water, rose to my head; two steps farther, and I could look down into the vegetable garden enclosed within its tall pale of reeds - rich chocolate earth studded emerald green, frothed with the white of cauliflowers, jeweled with the purple globes of eggplant and the scarlet wealth of tomatoes.

It was a heavenly summer, the summer in which France fell and the British Expeditionary Force was evacuated from Dunkirk. Leaves were never such an intense and iridescent green; sunlight glinted on flower-studded meadows as the Germans encircled the Maginot Line and overran not only France but Belgium and Holland. Birdsong filled the air in the lull between bursts of gunfire and accompanied the fleeing refugees who blocked the roads. It was as though the weather was preparing a glorious requiem for the death of Europe.

Blue and green should never be seen together, but the person wearing this mix, will be of interest.

When I was a young boy, I loved spending hours in St. Franics Xavier's school library at Saint Louis University. The feel of the books in my hands and the magical new worlds I discovered always drew me back to that fantastic place. Each time I visited, I could expect to find a new adventure and from time to time use my imagination to revisit my favorite place and enjoy Green Eggs and Ham in a house, with a mouse, on a train, on a plane, in a box, with a fox.

... do something. Pay your rent for the privilege of living on this beautiful, blue-green, living Earth.

Kings and cabbages go back to compost, but good deeds stay green forever.

Golf is the art of driving hard, avoiding the rough, surmounting traps and hazards, aiming straight, and arriving on the green at last, only to end up in a hole in the ground before your companions. The favored pastime of businessmen and their cronies, probably without a full appreciation of its metaphorical implications.