A rainy day is the perfect time for a walk in the woods.
If a child is to keep alive his inborn sense of wonder, he needs the companionship of at least one adult who can share it, rediscovering with him the joy, excitement, and mystery of the world we live in.
Those who love and free nature are never alone.
We cannot have peace among men whose hearts find delight in killing any living creature.
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.
I am always more interested in what I am about to do than what I have already done.
There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature.
It is not half so important to know as to feel.
For all at last return to the sea- to Oceanus, the ocean river, like the ever-flowing stream of time, the beginning and the end.
There is no drop of water in the ocean, not even in the deepest parts of the abyss, that does not know and respond to the mysterious forces that create the tide.
In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth.
The discipline of the writer is to learn to be still and listen to what his subject has to tell him.
I like to define biology as the history of the earth and all its life – past, present, and future.
As crude a weapon as a cave man’s club, the chemical barrage has been hurled against the fabric of life.
Now I truly believe that we in this generation must come to terms with nature, and I think we’re challenged, as mankind has never been challenged before, to prove our maturity and our mastery, not of nature but of ourselves.
Knowing what I do, there would be no future peace for me if I kept silent.
Beginnings are apt to be shadowy.
Over increasingly large areas of the United States, spring now comes unheralded by the return of the birds, and the early mornings are strangely silent where once they were filled with the beauty of bird song.
Those who dwell, as scientists or laymen, among the beauties and mysteries of the earth, are never alone or weary of life.
It is ironic to think that man might determine his own future by something so seemingly trivial as the choice of an insect spray.