Agricultural science is largely a race between the emergence of new pests and the emergence of new techniques for their control.

We can be ethical only in relation to something we can see, feel, understand, love, or otherwise have faith in.

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on.... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

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

High horns, low horns, silence, and finally a pandemonium of trumpets, rattles, croaks, and cries that almost shakes the bog with its nearness ... A new day has begun on the crane marsh. A sense of time lies thick and heavy on such a place ... Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.

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

Hemispheric solidarity is new among statesmen, but not among the feathered navies of the sky.