A true conservationist is a man who knows that the world is not given by his fathers, but borrowed from his children.

I wish I had eight pairs of hands, and another body to shoot the specimens.

To have been torn from the study would have been as death; my time was entirely occupied with art.

Mathematics was hard, dull work. Geography pleased me more. For dancing I was quite enthusiastic.

Because my father was often absent on naval duty, my mother suffered me to do much as I pleased.

A true conservationist is a man who knows that the world is not given by his fathers, but borrowed from his children.

To be a good draftsman was to me a blessing.

I never for a day gave up listening to the songs of our birds, or watching their peculiar habits, or delineating them in the best way I could.

As I grew up I was fervently desirous of becoming acquainted with Nature.

I can scarcely manage to scribble a tolerable English letter. I know that I am not a scholar, but meantime I am aware that no man living knows better than I do the habits of our birds.

If I can procure three hundred good substantial names of persons, or bodies, or institutions, I cannot fail to do well for my family, although I must abandon my life to its success, and undergo many sad perplexities and perhaps never see again my own beloved America.

I waged war against my feelings.

After all, I long to be in America again, nay, if I can go home to return no more to Europe, it seems to me that I shall ever enjoy more peace of mind, and even Physical comfort than I can meet with in any portion of the world beside.

I cannot help but think a curious event is this life of mine.

I feel fully decided that we should all go to Europe together and to work as if an established Partnership for Life consisting of Husband Wife and Children.

Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them.

How could I make a little book, when I have seen enough to make a dozen large books?

On landing at New York I caught the yellow fever. The kind man who commanded the ship that brought me from France took charge of me and placed me under the care of two Quaker ladies. To their skillful and untiring care I may safely say I owe my life.

Almost every day, instead of going to school, I made for the fields, where I spent my day.

Duruing all these years there existed within me a tendency to follow Nature in her walks.

But hopes are Shy Birds flying at a great distance seldom reached by the best of Guns.

The mercantile business did not suit me.

On the 17th of May, the Delos put out to sea. I was immediately affected with sea-sickness, which, however, lasted but a short time. I remained on deck constantly, forcing myself to exercise.

One day I caught four Dolphins, how much I have gazed at these beautiful creatures… as they changed their hue in twenty varieties of richest arrangement of tints.

Would it be possible that I should not in any degree succeed? I can scarcely think so. Ah delusive hope, how much further wilt thou lead me?

The worse my drawings were, the more beautiful did the originals appear.

In my deepest troubles, I frequently would wrench myself from the persons around me and retire to some secluded part of our noble forests.

My drawings at first were made altogether in watercolors, but they wanted softness and a great deal of finish.