Oil! Our secret god, our secret sharer, our magic wand, fulfiller of our every desire, our coconspirator, the sine qua non in all we do!

Before the earth could become an industrial garbage can, it had first to become a research laboratory.

It raineth every day, and the weather represents our tearful despair on a large scale.

There is a time to battle against nature, and a time to obey her. True wisdom lies in making the right choice.

The planet keeps to the astronomer’s timetable, but the wind still bloweth almost where it listeth.

There is something stirring in the way civilization gapes like a savage at the achievements of nature.

It’s only the futility of the first flood that prevents God from sending a second.

You may drive out nature with a pitchfork, yet she’ll be constantly running back.

Conservation is not merely a thing to be enshrined in outdoor museums, but a way of living on land.

Nature never jests.

The earth is our existence, and our body is attached to the earth.

Nature is often hidden, sometimes overcome, seldom extinguished.

The mansion of modern freedoms stands on an ever-expanding base of fossil-fuel use.