On motionless wing they emerge from the lifting mists, sweep a final arc of sky, and settle in clangorous descending spirals to their feeding grounds. A new day has begun on the crane marsh.

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.

Is education possibly a process of trading awareness for things of lesser worth? The goose who trades his is soon a pile of feathers.

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

Two things hold promise of improving those lights. One is to apply science to land-use. The other is to cultivate a love of country a little less spangled with stars, and a little more imbued with that respect for mother-earth - the lack of which is, to me, the outstanding attribute of the machine-age.

A river or stream is a cycle of energy from sun to plants to insects to fish. It is a continuum broken only by humans.

To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering.