Quotes About Stewardship

He turned to his own place then . . . and began to ask what might be the best use of it. How might a family live there without reducing it?

it is only on the condition of humility and reverence before the world that our species will be able to remain in it.

As Sir Albert Howard, a British agrarian much admired by Berry, once put it in The Soil and Health: "The using up of fertility is a transfer of past capital and of future possibilities to enrich a dishonest present: it is banditry pure and simple.

I had made a significant change in my relation to the place: before, it had been mine by coincidence or accident; now it was mine by choice. My return, which at first had been hesitant and tentative, grew wholehearted and sure. I had come back to stay. I hoped to live here the rest of my life. And once that was settled I began to see the place with a new clarity and a new understanding and a new seriousness.

But, as to Mr. Franklin's bedroom (if THAT is to be put back to what it was before), I want to know who is responsible for keeping it in a perpetual state of litter, no matter how often it may be set right--his trousers here, his towel there, and his French novels everywhere. I say, who is responsible for untidying the tidiness of Mr. Franklin's room, him or me?

when everything belongs to everybody nobody will take care of anything.

Who owned no property and never desired to since the earth was no man's but all men's, as light and air and weather were.

I reckon if there's ere a man or woman anywhere that He could turn it all over to and go away with His mind at rest, it would be Cora. And I reckon she would make a few changes, no matter how He was running it. And I reckon they would be for man's good. Leastways, we would have to like them. Leastways, we might as well go on and make like we did.

Whatever befalls the earth befalls the sons and daughters of the earth. We did not weave the web of life We are merely a strand in it. What we do with the web, we do to ourselves...

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect.

Humankind has not woven the web of life. We are but one thread within it. Whatever we do to the web, we do to ourselves. All things are bound together. All things connect."-- Chief Seattle, Duwamish

When eating bamboo sprouts, remember the man who planted them.

Üstelik bütün gölü kurutmalar? ihtimali vard?. Korunmaya al?nm??, sit alan? ilan edilmi? olsun, olmas?n, tereddütsüz yakacaklard? o bölgeyi. ?nsano?lu ç?kar? u?runa yerküreyi bir limon gibi s?kabilirdi.

What you take from the earth, you must give back. That's nature's way.

I realized that no one can ever take anything from the Lord for granted, not the prosperity of the Church, not its vast army of missionaries, not its beautiful meeting houses and temples, nor the wealth and comfort he may enjoy. If apathy or complacency or unrighteousness reigns in the heart of a Saint, the gospel will be stripped away and given to another, more responsible steward.

Elected officials laugh when a butcher, presented with a pig, wastes the squeal.

In a world filled with greed and fear, good food connects us to the earth and our Creator.

Taking people away from the land where their families have lived for generations turns out to be politically destabilizing. Americans kind of perfected that model. They just never considered the possibility that it would happen to them, in no small part because of how they had abused that land.

Help Nature and work on with her; and Nature will regard thee as one of her creators... she will lay bare before thy gaze the treasures hidden in the depths of her pure virgin bosom.

Do no dishonour to the earth least you dishonour the spirit of man.

What is the good of having a nice house without a decent planet to put it on?

For many years I was self-appointed inspector of snowstorms and rainstorms, and did my duty faithfully, though I never received one cent for it.

As no man made the land, so no man can claim a right of ownership in the land.

You find a passenger with his baggage strewn over the seats. You say: Will you give me a seat, if you please, sir? He replies: No; I bought this seat. Bought this seat? From whom did you buy it? I bought it from the man who got out at the last station, That is the way we manage this earth of ours.