A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and lifr, every fiber thrilling like harp strings while incense is ever flowing from balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the further off and dimmer seems the Lord Himself.
God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But He cannot save them from fools.
John Muir, naturalist, explorer and writer. (1838-1914)
Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.
Edward Abbey, writer, agitator, wilderness advocate (1927-1989)
I gave my word to this tree and all the people that my feet would not touch the ground until I had done everything in my power to make the world aware of this problem and to stop the destruction.
Julia Butterfly Hill, activist who lived in Luna, an endangered
Redwood, for two years in order to save it from logging.
What do I think of Western Civilization? I think it would be a very good idea.