[nuclear Weapons] Now I Think I Mentioned

When Nature Made The Blue-bird She Wished To Propitiate Both The Sky And The Earth, So She Gave Him The Color Of The One On His Back And The Hue Of The Other On His Breast.

Science Sees The Process Of Evolution From The Outside, As One Might A Train Of Cars Going By, And Resolves It Into The Physical And Mechanical Elements, Without Getting Any Nearer The Reason Of Its Going By, Or The Point Of Its Departure Or Destination.

For Two Summers Not A Blue Wing, Not A Blue Warble. I Seemed To Miss Something Kindred And Precious From My Environment--the Visible Embodiment Of The Tender Sky And Wistful Soil. What A Loss, I Said, To Coming Generations Of Dwellers In The Country--no Bluebird In Spring!

I Always Feel At Home Where The Sugar Maple Grows.... Glorious In Autumn, A Fountain Of Coolness In Summer, Sugar In Its Veins, Gold In Its Foliage, Warmth In Its Fibers, And Health In It The Year Round.

Nature Exists For Man No More Than She Does For Monkeys, And Is As Regardless Of His Life Or Pleasure Or Success As She Is Of The Fleas. Her Waves Will Drown Him, Her Fire Burn Him, And Her Earth Devour Him, Her Storms And Lightning Smite Him, As If He Were Only A Dog.