Knowing what I do, there would be no future peace for me if I kept silent... It is, in the deepest sense, a privilege as well as a duty to speak out to many thousands of people.

But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.

One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, "What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew i would never see it again?

Conservation is a cause that has no end. There is no point at which we will say our work is finished.

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

The human race is challenged more than ever before to demonstrate our mastery, not over nature but of ourselves.

Science is part of the reality of living; it is the what, the how, and the why of everything in our experience.

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

Knowing what I do, there would be no future peace for me if I kept silent.

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.

Drink in the beauty and wonder at the meaning of what you see.

Eventually we all get tired of any and everything!

There is a point you reach, I mean, when you are just something bad that happened to someone else.

Like most good looking women, she was never sure of her beauty, and had to keep checking on it, to make sure it was still there.

I kind of do it in my head, then I'll try pieces of it on stage and if it looks promising, I'll put it together.

There are only two kinds of math books: Those you cannot read beyond the first sentence, and those you cannot read beyond the first page.

Our relationship with God flows out of our love for God.

I always thought Uncle Vanya could be a stoned masterpiece.

His are the quiet steeps of dreamland, The waters of no-more-pain; His ram's bell rings 'neath an arch of stars, "Rest, rest, and rest again.

You must always know the past, for there is no real Was, there is only Is.

My falcon now is sharp and passing empty, and till she stoop she must not be full-gorged, for then she never looks upon her lure.