He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance.

There are idle spots on every farm, and every highway is bordered by an idle strip as long as it is; keep cow, plow, and mower out of these idle spots, and the full native flora, plus dozens of interesting stowaways from foreign parts, could be part of the normal environment of every citizen.

For one species to mourn the death of another is a new thing under the sun.

Education, I fear, is learning to see one thing by going blind to another.

There is value in any experience that exercises those ethical restraints collectively called sportsmanship.

No matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all the salient facts about any one of them.

Do we realize that industry, which has been our good servant, might make a poor master?