Right in the Hart of the Africn Jungel a small wite man lives. Now there is one extraordinary fact about him that he is the frind of all animals.

A house is not a home until it has a dog.

There is no first world and third world. There is only one world, for all of us to live and delight in.

All over the world the wildlife that I write about is in grave danger. It is being exterminated by what we call the progress of civilization.

When man continues to destroy nature, he saws the very branch on which he sits since the rational protection of nature is at the same time the protection of mankind

Zoos should concentrate more on the preservation side of things.

In conservation, the motto should always be 'never say die'.

If naturalists go to heaven (about which there is considerable ecclesiastical doubt), I hope that I will be furnished with a troop of kakapo to amuse me in the evening instead of television.

My childhood in Corfu shaped my life. If I had the craft of Merlin, I would give every child the gift of my childhood.

They were maps that lived, maps that one could study, frown over, and add to; maps, in short, that really meant something.

Gradually the magic of the island [Corfu] settled over us as gently and clingingly as pollen.

Sometimes breaking down is the only solution to stepping up.

In times of turbulence, we must keep calm and be patient.

I don’t know why Kate was trying to impress him, as far as I could see the guy had all the allure and social grace of a psychotic slug with halitosis and a bad head cold.

Masturbating the meaning of life since 1987. #lovewithmeneverdies

Without faith we count down the days to death, with it we count up the days till happiness

People keep saying, 'How'd you get power?' Nobody gives you power. I'll tell you what power is. Power in my estimation is if people will listen to you. That's it.

There is no royal road to anything. One thing at a time, all things in succession. That which grows fast, withers as rapidly. That which grows slowly, endures.

Only by art can we get outside ourselves, instead of seeing only one world, our own, we see it under multiple forms.

I'd like to walk on the moon (and return).

Yes, death, the hourly possibility of it, death is the sublimity of life.