No witchcraft, no enemy action had silenced the rebirth of new life in this stricken world. The people had done it themselves.
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession. And still we hear, If only this nation had a soul, or, Let us change the way we trade, or, Let us be proud of our region.
The most important pathological effects of pollution are extremely delayed and indirect.
Pollution is nothing but the resources we are not harvesting. We allow them to disperse because we've been ignorant of their value.
Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.
Unfortunately, our affluent society has also been an effluent society.
Sanctions against polluters are feeble and out of date, and are rarely invoked.
Approximately 80 % of our air pollution stems from hydrocarbons released by vegetation, so let's not go overboard in setting and enforcing tough emission standards from man-made sources.
I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.
The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die.