I would give ten years off the beginning of my life to see, only once, Tyrannosaurus rex come rearing up from the elms of Central Park, a Morgan police horse screaming in its jaws. We can never have enough of nature.

Love can defeat that nameless terror. Loving one another, we take the sting from death. Loving our mysterious blue planet, we resolve riddles and dissolve all …

Whatever we cannot easily understand we call God; this saves much wear and tear on the brain tissues.

Our culture runs on coffee and gasoline, the first often tasting like the second. (p. 81)

My job is to save the fucking wilderness. I don't know anything else worth saving.

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

Wilderness is not a luxury but a necessity of the human spirit, and as vital to our lives as water and good bread.