I see, when I bend close, how each leaflet of a climbing rose is bordered with frost, the autumn counterpart of the dewdrops of summer dawns. The feathery leaves of yarrow are thick with silver rime and dry thistle heads… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
“It is those who have compassion for all life who will best safeguard the life of man. Those who become aroused only when man… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
The seasons, like greater tides, ebb and flow across the continents. Spring advances up the United States at the average rate of about fifteen… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
It is morally as bad not to care whether anything is true or not... — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Any fine morning, a power saw can fell a tree that took a thousand years to grow. — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
To the lost man, to the pioneer penetrating a new country, to the naturalist who wishes to see the wild land at its wildest,… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Freedom from worries and surcease from strain are illusions that always inhabit the distance. — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
“Time is the river. We are the islands. Time washes around us and flows away and with it flow fragments of our lives. So,… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
For man, autumn is a time of harvest, of gathering together. For nature, it is a time of sowing, of scattering abroad. — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
Those who wish to pet and baby wild animals 'love' them. But those who respect their natures and wish to let them live normal… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
If I were to choose the sights, the sounds, the fragrances I most would want to see and hear and smell--among all the delights… — Edwin Way Teale Copy Share Image
