There is one quality that characterizes all of us who deal with the sciences of the earth and its life - we are never bored.

The edge of the sea is a strange and beautiful place.

Autumn comes to the sea with a fresh blaze of phosphorescence, when every wave crest is aflame. Here and there the whole surface may glow with sheets of cold fire, while below schools of fish pour through the water like molten metal.

Nowhere on the shore is the relation of a creature to its surroundings a matter of a single cause and effect; each living thing is bound to its world by many threads, weaving the intricate design of the fabric of life.

We cannot have peace among men whose hearts find delight in killing any living creature.

The question is whether any civilization can wage relentless war on life without destroying itself, and without losing the right to be called civilized.

Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth, are never alone or weary of life.