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

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.

Metaphysics may be, after all, only the art of being sure of something that is not so and logic only the art of going wrong with confidence.

The most serious charge which can be brought against New England is not Puritanism but February.

Two-legged creatures we are supposed to love as we love ourselves. The four-legged, also, can come to seem pretty important. But six legs are too many from the human standpoint.

Whenever man forgets that man is an animal, the result is always to make him less humane.

August creates as she slumbers, replete and satisfied.