Is education possibly a process of trading awareness for things of lesser worth? The goose who trades his is soon a pile of feathers.

Education, I fear, is learning to see one thing by going blind to another.

Pick the goose as long as it has feathers

Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left.

In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.

To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering.