Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.

Nature is a part of our humanity, and without some awareness and experience of that divine mystery man ceases to be man.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

The quality of life, which in the ardour of spring was personal and sexual, becomes social in midsummer.

Wolves are not our brothers; they are not our subordinates, either. They are another nation, caught up just like us in the complex web of time and life.