Darling -- I suppose the world would consider us absolutely crazy, but it is wonderful to feel that way, isn't it? Sort of a perpetual springtime in our hearts.

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.

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

A Who's Who of pesticides is therefore of concern to us all. If we are going to live so intimately with these chemicals eating and drinking them, taking them into the very marrow of our bones - we had better know something about their nature and their power.

The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.

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

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