In Conservation, The Motto Should Always Be

Aspirin Is So Good For Roses, Brandy For Sweet Peas, And A Squeeze Of Lemon-juice For The Fleshy Flowers, Like Begonias.

Right In The Hart Of The Africn Jungel A Small Wite Man Lives. Now There Is One Extraordinary Fact About Him That He Is The Frind Of All Animals.

Among The Myrtles The Mantids Moved, Lightly, Carefully, Swaying Slightly, The Quintessence Of Evil. They Were Lank And Green, With Chinless Faces And Monstrous Globular Eyes, Frosty Gold, With An Expression Of Intense, Predatory Madness In Them. The Crooked Arms, With Their Fringes Of Sharp Teeth, Would Be Raised In Mock Supplication To The Insect World, So Humble, So Fervent, Trembling Slightly When A Butterfly Flew Too Close.

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.

Remember That The Animals And Plants Have No M.p. They Can Write To; They Can't Perform Sit-down Strikes Or, Indeed, Strikes Of Any Sort; They Have Nobody To Speak For Them Except Us, The Human Beings Who Share The World With Them But Do Not Own It.