Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals 'love' them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives love them more.
Change is a measure of time and in the autumn time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.
As the pressure of population increasingly regiments us and crowds us closer together an association with the wild winged freedom of the birds will fill an ever growing need in our lives.
For man autumn is a time of harvest of gathering together. For nature it is a time of sowing of scattering abroad.
Time and space - time to be alone space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow.
All things seem possible in May.
The measure of an enthusiasm must be taken between interesting events. It is between bites that the lukewarm angler loses heart.
How vivid is the suffering of the few when the people are few and how the suffering of nameless millions in two world wars is blurred over by numbers.
A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives.
The long fight to save wild beauty represents democracy at its best. It requires citizens to practice the hardest of virtues - self-restraint.
For observing nature the best pace is a snail's pace.
For the mind disturbed the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.
How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today's scandal should without delay reach a million readers.
Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life and the labors of life reduce themselves.
To those whom the tree the birds the wildflowers represent only "locked-up dollars" have never known or really seen these things.
Freedom from worries and surcease from strain are illusions that always inhabit the distance.
In nature there is less death and destruction than death and transmutation.
Noise is evolving not only the endurers of noise but the needers of noise.
Better a thousand times even a swiftly fading ephemeral moment of life than the epoch-long unconsciousness of the stone.
Any fine morning a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.
The world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.
How strangely inaccurate it is to measure length of living by length of life! The space between your birth and death is often far from a true measure of your days of living.
It is morally as bad not to care whether anything is true or not...
If man can take care of man nature can take care of the rest.
How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!
The difference between utility and utility plus beauty is the difference between telephone wires and the spider web.