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

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.

I could smell something. Fear.I could taste it now.It tasted like blood in my mouth, and I could feel it slide through me and open me up when I saw him ...

I feel relieved, reborn, I'm me again.Free from heartbreak, that strong yet invisible chain, That stymied me from living again.

The only incurable troubles of the rich are the troubles that money can't cure.

I seldom think about my limitations and they never make me sad. Perhaps there is just a touch of yearning at times but it is vague like a breeze among flowers.

The internet is like a gossipy girls' locker room after school, isn't it?

What pioneer ever had chart and a lighthouse to steer by?

But I suppose you must touch life in order to spring from it.

We're (millennials) looking for a truer Christianity, a more authentic Christianity.

We're not the public service of Canada, we're not just another department. We are the Canadian Forces, and our job is to be able to kill people.

A writer is in the broadest sense a spokesman of his community. Through him that community comes to know its heart. Without such knowledge, how long can it survive?