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Pollution

I durst not laugh for fear of opening my lips and receiving the bad air.

William Shakespeare (1564-1616) British poet and playwright.

The new American finds his challenge and his love in the traffic-choked streets, skies nested in smog, choking with the acids of industry, the screech of rubber and houses leashed in against one another while the town lets wither a time and die.

John Steinbeck (1902-1968) American writer.

Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the longing for it be refined in deep confession. And still we hear, If only this nation had a soul, or, Let us change the way we trade, or, Let us be proud of our region.

Leonard Cohen (1934-?) Canadian poet, novelist, and singer-songwriter.

Fresh air is good if you do not take too much of it; most of the achievements and pleasures of life are in bad air.

Oliver Wendell Holmes (1809-1894) American author and poet.

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