How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today's scandal should, without delay, reach a million readers.

I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of summer dawns. The feathery leaves of yarrow are thick with silver rime and dry thistle heads rise like goblets plated with silver catching the sun.

Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow.

Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow.

It is not races but individuals that are noble and courageous or ignoble and craven or considerate or persistent or philosophical or reasonable. The race gets credit when the percentage of noble individuals is high.

Looking at life through the eyes of a Daddy long legs: Imagine walking on legs so long you could cover a mile in fifty strides! Imagine looking to either side through eyes set not in your head but in a... hump in your back! Imagine your knees, when you walked, working a dozen feet or more above your head.

Reduce the complexity of life by eliminating the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.