Our forest policy is not to preserve forests because they are beautiful—though that is a good in itself—not to preserve them because they are refuges for wild creatures of the wilderness—though that is a good in itself—but rather to conserve them in order to guarantee a steady and continuous supply of timber, grass, and above all, water.
Can a woodchuck chuck wood? Because the question is, "how much wood could a woodchuck chuck if," so you haven't established or proved without any shadow of a doubt that a woodchuck could chuck wood. Frankly, I believe that they chew wood. I don't think they can chuck wood at all! I take offense to the whole chucking question.
All that could run or leap or swim Whether in wood, water or cloud, Acclaiming, proclaiming, declaiming Him.
Honey, some boys stopped by to see you. They had wood.
Come down off the cross, we could use the wood.
Wood may remain twenty years in the water, but it is still not a fish.
I like to work a lot with wood. I make furniture that falls apart. I also sew.
I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood.
It is not solid wood that can become a flute, but the empty reed.
My,' she said. 'We're lucky that you found the place.' We're always lucky,' I said and like a fool I did not knock on wood. There was wood everywhere in that apartment to knock on too.
Trying to understand superstition rationally is like trying to pick up something made of wood by using a magnet.
I could write about a pencil if I wanted to. You just take it back deep enough, all the way back to the tree it came from.
Aim for the chopping block. If you aim for the wood, you will have nothing. Aim past the wood, aim through the wood; aim for the chopping block.
If you are going to follow Jesus, you better look good on wood.
The violin is basically made of a wood box and four main strings.
"One impulse from a vernal wood
A tree's wood is also its memoir.
There is no better way to know us Than as two wolves, come separately to a wood.
I don't think wood was discovered in Britain until the 1970's. That's when I discovered it anyway.
The last unicorn lived in a lilac wood, and she lived all alone.
The best wood in most amateurs' bags is the pencil.
I'm not quitting Sandalwood.
It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black, the cobbledstreets silent and the hunched courters'-and-rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea.
When I'm sculpting, I work with wood and clay, and though some say that an image is already in the material and the sculptor just has to discover it, I also believe you have an image in your head that you're trying to get to. So you're in a dialogue with the piece, a back-and-forth.
Once upon a time there was a piece of wood. It was not an expensive piece of wood. Far from it. Just a common block of firewood, one of those thick, solid logs that are put on the fire in winter to make cold rooms cozy and warm.
