The Floating Vapour Is Just As True

The Sunbeams Are Welcome Now. They Seem Like Pure Electricity—like Friendly And Recuperating Lightning. Are We Led To Think Electricity Abounds Only In Summer, When We See In The Storm-clouds As It Were, The Veins And Ore-beds Of It? I Imagine It Is Equally Abundant In Winter, And More Equable And Better Tempered. Who Ever Breasted A Snowstorm Without Being Excited And Exhilarated, As If This Meteor Had Come Charged With Latent Auroræ Of The North, As Doubtless It Has? It Is Like Being Pelted With Sparks From A Battery.

I Do Not Think I Exaggerate The Importance Or The Charms Of Pedestrianism, Or Our Need As A People To Cultivate The Art. I Think It Would Tend To Soften The National Manners, To Teach Us The Meaning Of Leisure, To Acquaint Us With The Charms Of The Open Air, To Strengthen And Foster The Tie Between The Race And The Land. No One Else Looks Out Upon The World So Kindly And Charitably As The Pedestrian; No One Else Gives And Takes So Much From The Country He Passes Through.

Time Does Not Become Sacred To Us Until We Have Lived It.

There Is An International Treaty Framework For This. It's The Nuclear Non-proliferation Treaty (npt). Most Countries In The World Are Members Of The Treaty.

I Am In Love With This World . . . I Have Climbed Its Mountains, Roamed Its Forests, Sailed Its Waters, Crossed Its Deserts, Felt The Sting Of Its Frosts, The Oppression Of Its Heats, The Drench Of Its Rains, The Fury Of Its Winds, And Always Have Beauty And Joy Waited Upon My Goings And Comings.