As I Watched The Pulsing Fire Among

‎'all We Need Is A Book,' Roared Leslie; 'don't Panic, Hit 'em With A Book.

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.

Until We Consider Animal Life To Be Worthy Of The Consideration And Reverence We Bestow Upon Old Books And Pictures And Historic Monuments, There Will Always Be The Animal Refugee Living A Precarious Life On The Edge Of Extermination, Dependent For Existence On The Charity Of A Few Human Beings.

As I Watched The Pulsing Fire Among The Trees And Heard The Beat Of The Drum Merge And Tremble With The Voices, Forming An Intricate Pattern Of Sound, I Knew That Someday I Would Have To Return Or Be Haunted Forever By The Beauty And Mystery That Is Africa.

Erosion, Desertification, And Pollution Have Become Our Lot. It Is A Weird Form Of Suicide, For We Are Bleeding Our Planet To Death.