August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.

It is sometimes easier to head an institute for the study of child guidance than it is to turn one brat into a decent human being.

In history as it comes to be written, there is usually some Spirit of the Age which historians can define, but the shape of things is seldom so clear to those who live them. To most thoughtful men it has generally seemed that theirs was an Age of Confusion.

There is no conceivable human action which custom has not at one time justified and at another condemned.

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?

Every time a value is born, existence takes on a new meaning; every time one dies, some part of that meaning passes away.

We need some contact with the things we sprang from. We need nature at least as a part of the context of our lives. Without cities we cannot be civilized. Without nature, without wilderness even, we are compelled to renounce an important part of our heritage.