Our minds, as well as our bodies, have need of the out-of-doors. Our spirits, too, need simple things, elemental things, the sun and the wind and the rain, moonlight and starlight, sunrise and mist and mossy forest trails, the perfumes of dawn and the smell of fresh-turned earth and the ancient music of wind among the trees.

Noise is evolving not only the endurers of noise but the needers of noise.

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.

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.

All things seem possible in May.

To those whom the tree, the birds, the wildflowers represent only "locked-up dollars" have never known or really seen these things.

A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives.