For the sense of smell, almost more than any other, has the power to recall memories and it's a pity we use it so little.

There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature.

Then the song of a whitethroat, pure and ethereal, with the dreamy quality of remembered joy.

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

The years of early childhood are the time to prepare the soil.

Nothing is wasted in the sea; every particle of material is used over and over again, first by one creature, then by another. And when in spring the waters are deeply stirred, the warm bottom water brings to the surface a rich supply of minerals, ready for use by new forms of life.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts.