The Awful Thing Is We Don't Respect

Words Can Be Said In Bitterness And Anger, And Often There Seems To Be An Element Of Truth In The Nastiness. And Words Don't Go Away, They Just Echo Around.

If You Educate Women, Family Size Tends To Go Down.

I've Always Felt You Don't Have To Be Completely Detached, Emotionally Uninvolved To Make Precise Observations. There's Nothing Wrong With Feeling Great Empathy For Your Subjects.

I Became Intensely Aware Of The Being-ness Of Trees. The Feel Of Rough Sun-warmed Bark Of An Ancient Forest Giant, Or The Cool, Smooth Skin Of A Young And Eager Sapling, Gave Me A Strange, Intuitive Sense Of The Sap As It Was Sucked Up By Unseen Roots And Drawn Up To The Very Tips Of The Branches, High Overhead.

I Feel A Desperation To Make People See What We Are Doing To The Environment, What A Mess We Are Making Of Our World. At This Point, The More People I Reach, The More I Accomplish. ... I Miss Gombe And My Wonderful Years In The Forest But If I Were To Go Back To That, I Wouldn't Feel I Was Doing What I Should Be Doing.