The city man, in his neon-and-mazda glare, knows nothing of nature's midnight. His electric lamps surround him with synthetic sunshine. They push back the dark. They defend him from the realities of the age-old night.

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

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

How sad would be November if we had no knowledge of the spring!

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.

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

For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature's finest balm.