If only the bird with the loveliest song sang, the forest would be a lonely place.

Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them.

I can scarcely manage to scribble a tolerable English letter. I know that I am not a scholar, but meantime I am aware that no man living knows better than I do the habits of our birds.

On the 17th of May, the Delos put out to sea. I was immediately affected with sea-sickness, which, however, lasted but a short time. I remained on deck constantly, forcing myself to exercise.

A true conservationist is a man who knows that the world is not given by his fathers, but borrowed from his children.

My drawings at first were made altogether in watercolors, but they wanted softness and a great deal of finish.

If only the bird with the loveliest song sang, the forest would be a lonely place.