Quotes
(collected by
Neil E. Taylor)
The
time will come when men such as I will look upon the murder of animals as they
now look upon the murder of men.
--Leonardo da Vinci
"The beauty
and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material
expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when
the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more, another heaven
and another earth must pass before such a one can be again."
-- William Beebe, 1906
In order to see
birds its is necessary to become a part of the silence. -Robert Lynd
We think caged
birds sing, when indeed they cry. -John Webster
Use the talents
you possess, for the woods would be a very silent place if no birds sang except
the best. -Henry Van Dyke
Nature may abhor
a vacuum, but nothing better suits
Like a force of
nature/Love can fade with the stars at dawn. -N. Peart
Our task must be
to free ourselves...by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living
creatures and the whole of nature and its beauty. -Albert Einstein
Is not the core
of nature in the heart of man? -Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
We are born with
our eyes closed and our mouths open, and we spend our whole lives trying to
reverse that mistake of nature. - Dale E.Turner
Nature teaches
more than she preaches.
There are no
sermons in stones.
It is easier to
get a spark out of a stone than a moral.
- John Burroughs
[Time and Change]
Nature is full
of Genius, full of Divinity; so that not a snowflake escapes its fashioning
hand. - Henry David Thoreau
Time is nature's
way of making sure everything doesn't happen at once.
You can complain
because roses have thorns,
or you can
rejoice because thorns have roses. -Ziggy
Once you have
flown, you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skyward; for there you
have been, there
you long to return. -Da Vinci
One who walks in
another's tracks leaves no footprints. - Proverb
Pain is pain,
whether it be inflicted on man or on beast; and the creature who suffers it,
whether man or beast, being sensible to the misery of it, whilst it lasts,
suffers evil. (T)he white man...can have no right, by virtue of his color, to
enslave and tyrannize over a black man. For the same reason, a man can have no
natural right to abuse
and torment a beast.
- Dr. Humphrey Primatt
...as long as
human being will go on shedding the blood of animals, there will never be
any peace. There is only one little step from killing animals to creating gas
chambers a la
Hitler and concentration camps a la Stalin...all such deeds are done in the
name of "social justice. " There will be no justice as long as man
will stand with a knife or with a gun and destroy those who are weaker than he
is.
- Isaac Bashevis Singer
It isn't
pollution that's harming the environment. It's the impurities in our air
and water that are doing it. - Dan Quayle
The wonder of
the world, the beauty and the power, the shapes of things, their colours, light
and shades....these I saw. Look ye also... while life lasts.
-from an old
tombstone in
- submitted by Terry Carr,
Thoughts of Spring
"The birds link themselves to
your memory
of
seasons and places, so that a song,
a
call, a gleam of color, set going a sequence of delightful reminiscences in
your mind."
John Burroughs-August 1897
(See Teaching the Young)
"The Earth was falling asleep, though all things good and beautiful remained awake. Happiness and love never sleep, or does silent sorrow which, like endlessly running rivers, turns the wheels of fortune and grinds the hard grain of destiny into soft bread.
A
blackbird, like a living star, flies down to a barberry branch. He has
survived the winter and now, when violets in the fields and blue windflowers on
the hills are beginning to bud, he is feeling lonely. Enchanted and
bewildered, he whistles his song composed of notes golden as the catkins of the
willows and hazelnut bushes, touched with the purple of apple blossoms, pure as
the white of endless rows of cherry trees, a song of warm nests and
gently rustling branches. The song wells from his throat like droplets of
blood--was there ever a human singer who could match him?
And behold, a
shy shadow flits among the branches: his future companion is approaching, filled with the
desire to be joyful, to make him happy. He no longer sings for his own
joy, he no longer sees nor hears for the rapture of having been touched by
spring.
Only when
he wakes the others, only when the rejuvenated earth bursts into life,
only then will
he stop, only then will he see her. What is this change that comes over all
of us in these moments? Unaware we become brothers and sisters
with the slim young trees flowing with new sap, their gold-green leaves
delicate and youthful as our dreams."
From "The Cunning Little
Vixen" by Rudolph Tesnohlidek
Chris Lyons Bronx, NY lyonscj@mailexcite.com
I hate
quotations. -Ralph Waldo Emerson
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