Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.

Nature takes no account of even the most reasonable of human excuses.

Man is the only one in whom the instinct of life falters long enough to enable it to ask the question "Why?

In the long run our boasted control of nature is a delusion.

How anyone can profess to find animal life interesting and yet take delight in reducing the wonder of any animal to a bloody mass of fur or feathers?

The flowers never waste their sweetness on the desert air or, for that matter, on the jungle air. In fact, they waste it only when nobody except a human being is there to smell it. It is for the bugs and a few birds, not for men, that they dye their petals or waft their scents.

February... Now more than ever one must remind oneself that it is wasteful folly to wish that time would pass, or - as the puritanical old saying used to have it - to kill time until it kills you.