For all his learning or sophistication, man still instinctively reaches towards that force beyond. Only arrogance can deny its existence, and the denial falters in the face of evidence on every hand. In every tuft of grass, in every bird, in every opening bud, there it is.

A frontier is never a place; it is a time and a way of life.

Time after time ... today's crisis shrinks to next week's footnote to a newly headline disaster.

Nothing in nature is as simple as it sometimes seems when reduced to words.

Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.

Of all the everyday plants of the earth, grass is the least pretentious and the most important to mankind. It clothes the earth is an unmistakable way. Directly or indirectly it provides the bulk of man's food, his meat, his bread, every scrap of his cereal diet. Without grass we would all starve, we and all our animals. And what a dismal place this world would be!

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