Each new season grows from the leftovers from the past. That is the essence of change, and change is the basic law.

There are no limits to either time or distance, except as man himself may make them. I have but to touch the wind to know these things.

If you ever wondered why fishing is probably the most popular sport in this country, watch that boy beside on the water and you will learn. If you are really perceptive you will. For he already knows that fishing is only one part fish.

Of all the seasons, autumn offers the most to man and requires the least of him.

October is the fallen leaf, but it is also a wider horizon more clearly seen.

A root, a stem, a leaf, some means of capturing sunlight and air and making food - in sum, a plant. The green substance of this earth, the chlorophyll, is all summed up in the plants. Without them we perish, all of us who are flesh and blood.

Listen to it, and you are hearing the mighty currents of the air rushing down the latitudes of the earth, currents from the Mackenzie and the Athabasca and the Saskatchewan, and from the prairies and the white Tundra. It is a homeless wind, forever on the move.