“Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth, are never alone or weary of life.”

The road we have long been traveling is deceptively easy, a smooth superhighway on which we progress with great speed, but at its end lies disaster.

The beauty of the living world I was trying to save has always been uppermost in my mind – that, and anger at the senseless, brutish things that were being done. . . . Now I can believe I have at least helped a little.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature – the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, that does not know and respond to the mysterious forces that create the tide.

Conservation is a cause that has no end. There is no point at which we will say our work is finished.

Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.

Only within the moment of time represented by the present century has one species — man — acquired significant power to alter the nature of the world.

The years of early childhood are the time to prepare the soil.

A child’s world is fresh and new and beautiful, full of wonder and excitement.

Nowhere on the shore is the relation of a creature to its surroundings a matter of a single cause and effect; each living thing is bound to its world by many threads, weaving the intricate design of the fabric of life.

By suggestion and example, I believe children can be helped to hear the many voices about them. Take Time to listen and talk about the voices of the earth and what they mean-the majestic voice of thunder, the winds, the sound of surf or flowing streams.

Nature reserves some of her choice rewards for days when her mood may appear to be somber.

Have we fallen into a mesmerized state that makes us accept as inevitable that which is inferior or detrimental, as though having lost the will or the vision to demand that which is good?

But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

The question is whether any civilization can wage relentless war on life without destroying itself, and without losing the right to be called civilized.

As crude a weapon as a cave man’s club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life.

Put your troubles aside and start living.

Wisdom is not in words; Wisdom is meaning within words.

Remember, Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.

We should do everything both cautiously and confidently at the same time.

It’s never too late to realize what you want in your life and it’s never wrong to fight for it.

Be clearly aware of the stars and infinity on high. Then life seems almost enchanted after all.

The few who do are the envy of the many who only watch.

It’s harder to be kind than clever.