Progress is measured by the speed at which we destroy the conditions that sustain life.
George MonbiotTwilight, a timid, fawn, went glimmering by, and Night, the dark-blue hunter, followed fast.
George William RussellAs advertising blather becomes the nation's normal idiom, language becomes printed noise.
George WillIf your job is to leaven ordinary lives with elevating spectacle, be elevating or be gone.
George WillBeing elected to Congress is regarded as being sent on a looting raid for one's friends.
George Will