On the May 4th Your Show, we talked about the water debate over the Poudre River and asked viewers to send in some of their favorite quotes about water.
Here are some that we received.
In an age when man has forgotten his origins and is blind even to his most essential needs for survival, water along with other resources has become the victim of his indifference.
You could write the story of man's growth in terms of his epic concerns with water.
When you drink the water, remember the spring.
We think of our land and water and human resources not as static and sterile possessions but as life-giving assets to be directed by wise provisions for future days.
President Franklin D. Roosevelt
Anyone who can solve the problems of water will be worthy of two Nobel prizes-one for peace and one for science.
President John F. Kennedy
A man from the west will fight over three things: water, women and gold, and usually in that order.
Arizona Senator Barry Goldwater
Where are the Buffalo? Gone. The Great Chief in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. How can you buy or sell the sky? The warmth of the land? The idea is strange to us. Yet we do not own the freshness of the air or the sparkle of the water. How can you buy them from us? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people.
We know that the white man does not understand our ways. One portion of the land is the same to him as the next, for he is a stranger who comes in the night and takes from the land whatever he needs. The earth is not his brother but his enemy and when he has conquered it he moves on. He leaves his fathers' graves and his children's birthright is forgotten.
There is no quiet place in the white man's cities. No place to hear the leaves of spring or the rustle of insect wings. But perhaps because I am a savage and do not understand - the clatter only seems to insult the ears. And what is there to life if a man cannot hear the lovely cry of the whippoorwill or the arguments of the frog around the pond at night?
The whites too shall pass - perhaps sooner than other tribes. Continue to contaminate your bed and you will one night suffocate in your own waste. When the buffalo are all slaughtered, the wild horses all tamed, the secret corners of the forest heavy with the scent of many men, and the view of the ripe hills blotted by talking wires. Where is the eagle? Gone. Where is the buffalo? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift and the hunt, the end of living and the beginning of survival.
Chief Seattle 1855.
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