A man who never sees a bluebird only half lives.

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

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

Better a thousand times even a swiftly fading, ephemeral moment of life than the epoch-long unconsciousness of the stone.

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

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.

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.