As well expect Nature to answer your human values as to come into your house and sit in a chair.

The three great elemental sounds in nature are the sound of rain, the sound of wind in a primeval wood, and the sound of outer ocean on a beach.

Animals are not brethren, they are not underlings; they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time.

Touch the earth, love the earth, honour the earth, her plains, her valleys, her hills, and her seas; rest your spirit in her solitary places.

Learn to reverence night and to put away the vulgar fear of it.

We need another and a wiser and a perhaps more mystical concept of animals.

The leaves fall, the wind blows, and the farm country slowly changes from the summer cottons into its winter woods.

Wolves are not our brothers; they are not our subordinates, either. They are another nation, caught up just like us in the complex web of time and life.

The seas are the hearts blood of the earth. Plucked up and kneaded by the sun and the moon, the tides are systole and diastole of earth's veins.

It is only when we are aware of the earth and of the earth as poetry that we truly live.

Into every empty corner, into all forgotten things and nooks, nature struggles to pour life, pouring life into the dead, life into life itself.

A certain wise man once said that God didn't play dice with the universe, but that man was wrong. Sometimes I think He must even try Russian roulette.

Every true genius is bound to be naive.

Wisdom gives you the ability to chose what is right.In the darkness of hate and ignorance, it is the light.

The beauty and music...It is a call...And some are not strong.

We don't have to suppose we need oil, or governments, or anything.

I think I can say without fear of contradiction that we could generate sorties at an extremely high level and bring very, very effective air power to bear in support of our troops.

Up in this air you breathed easily, drawing in a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands you woke up in the morning and thought: Here I am, where I ought to be.

I can't think of anything when I'm depressed. I just want to be alone.

He knew the precise psychological moment when to say nothing.

The true artist and the sane collector never will tolerate insincerity and impudence.