The “dead of winter” – – how much more dead it would be each year without the birds!

Eliminate the needless wants of life, and the labors of life reduce themselves.

How many beautiful trees gave their lives that today’s scandal should, without delay, reach a million readers.

Whenever there is an organized movement to persuade people to believe or do something, whenever an effort is made to “propagate” a creed or set of opinions or convictions or to make people act as we want them to act, the means employed are called propaganda.

The city man, in his neon-and-mazda glare, knows nothing of nature’s midnight. His electric lamps surround him with synthetic sunshine. They push back the dark. They defend him from the realities of the age-old night.

To those whom the tree, the birds, the wildflowers represent only “locked-up dollars” have never known or really seen these things.

Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals ‘love’ them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal lives, love them more.

To the lost man, to the pioneer penetrating a new country, to the naturalist who wishes to see the wild land at its wildest, the advice is always the same – follow a river. The river is the original forest highway. It is nature’s own Wilderness Road.

It is easier to accept the message of the stars than the message of the salt desert. The stars speak of man’s insignificance in the long eternity of time; the desert speaks of his insignificance right now.

For the mind disturbed, the still beauty of dawn is nature’s finest balm.