For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.

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.

The long fight to save wild beauty represents democracy at its best. It requires citizens to practice the hardest of virtues-self-restraint.

Freedom from worries and surcease from strain are illusions that always inhabit the distance.

Commonly we stride through the out-of-doors too swiftly to see more than the most obvious and prominent things. For observing nature, the best pace is a snail's pace.

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

The world s favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May

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.

The city man, in his neon-and-mazda glare, knows nothing of nature's midnight. His electric lamps surround him with synthetic sunshine. They push back the dark. They defend him from the realities of the age-old night.

It is easier to accept the message of the stars than the message of the salt desert. The stars speak of man's insignificance in the long eternity of time; the desert speaks of his insignificance right now.