What fools we are, eh? What fools, sitting here in the sun, singing. And of love, too! I am too old for it and you are too young, and yet we waste our time singing about it. Ah, well, let's have a glass of wine, eh?

Zoos should concentrate more on the preservation side of things.

They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something.

Erosion, desertification, and pollution have become our lot. It is a weird form of suicide, for we are bleeding our planet to death.

I can't be expected to produce deathless prose in an atmosphere of gloom and eucalyptus.

Remember that the animals and plants have no M.P. they can write to; they can't perform sit-down strikes or, indeed, strikes of any sort; they have nobody to speak for them except us, the human beings who share the world with them but do not own it.

In conservation, the motto should always be 'never say die'.