Liberty is equally desirable to the good and to the bad, to the brave and to the dastardly.
But most of all I shall remember the monarchs, that unhurried westward drift of one small winged form after another, each drawn by some invisible force.
Those who dwell among the beauties and mysteries of the earth are never alone or weary of life. Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. The more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe, the less taste we shall have for destruction.
The most alarming of all man's assaults upon the environment is the contamination of air, earth, rivers, and sea with dangerous and even lethal materials. This pollution is for the most part irrecoverable; the chain of evil it initiates not only in the world that must support life but in living tissues is for the most part irreversible. In this now universal contamination of the environment, chemicals are the sinister and little-recognized partners of radiation in changing the very nature of the world-the very nature of its life.
But man is a part of nature, and his war against nature is inevitably a war against himself.
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. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature -- the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.
There is nothing left to me but honor, and my life, which is saved.
I have a really hard time stepping out of a limousine and confronting a sh*tload of photographers who are all screaming at you, because it's like saying, 'yeah, yeah, here I am!'
In 1967, the world health community launched a global effort to eradicate smallpox. It took a coordinated, worldwide effort, required the commitment of every government, and cost $130 million dollars. By 1977, smallpox had disappeared.
Black ice is the smoothest naturally occuring ice there is, as if nature were condescending to art. . . . Black ice is an act of nature as elusive as grace, and far more rare. . . . I have never skated on black ice, but perhaps my children will. They'll know it, at least, when it appears: that the earth can stretch smooth and unbroken like grace, and they'll know as they know my voice that they were meant to have their share.