The Arab-Israeli conflict is also in many ways a conflict about status: it's a war between two peoples who feel deeply humiliated by the other, who want the other to respect them. Battles over status can be even more intractable than those over land or water or oil.

Our success in this matter is important to all Americans. Whether you are in the forest land business or just enjoy the shade of a majestic oak gracing your lawn, we all have an interest in this important issue.

If there is anybody in this land who thoroughly believes that the meek shall inherit the earth they have not often let their presence be known.

To be a poor man is hard, but to be a poor race in a land of dollars is the very bottom of hardships.

On the night of the 1st of September we observed for the first time signs of the natives being in the neighbourhood. Fires were seen on the low land near Cape Frederick Henry, and at daylight we saw the natives with our glasses.

A woman finds the natural lay of the land almost unconsciously; and not feeling it incumbent on her to be guide and philosopher to any successor, she takes little pains to mark the route by which she is making her ascent.

Land: A part of the earth's surface, considered as property. The theory that land is property subject to private ownership and control is the foundation of modern society, and is eminently worthy of the superstructure.

I've never seen the point of the sea, except where it meets the land. The shore has a point. The sea has none.

America is terrified of the passage of time. Prozac Nation. Land of Face Lifts.

Europe, in legend, has always been the home of subtle philosophical discussion; America was the land of grubby pragmatism.

It's hard not to be excited when you're going to find a way to land on the moon.

As long as there's land available, single-family homes will be built, and Colorado residents will always go for a single-family over a condo.

It was with deep interest that my companion and myself, both now about to see and examine the beauties of a tropical country for the first time, gazed on the land where I, at least, eventually spent eleven of the best years of my life.

The land of embarrassment and breakfast.

It is quite possible we may have formed entirely erroneous ideas of what we actually see. The greenish gray patches may not be seas at all, nor the ruddy continents, solid land. Neither may the obscuring patches be clouds of vapor.