The isness of things is well worth studying; but it is their whyness that makes life worth living. William Beebe More Quotes by William Beebe More Quotes From William Beebe The marsh, to him who enters it in a receptive mood, holds, besides mosquitoes and stagnation, melody, the mystery of unknown waters, and the sweetness of Nature undisturbed by man. William Beebe rivers water men The beauty and genius of a work of art may be reconceived, though its first material expression be destroyed; a vanished harmony may yet again inspire the composer; but when the last individual of a race of living things breathes no more, another heaven and another earth must pass before such a one can be again. William Beebe hard-work inspiration art I can only think of one experience which might exceed in interest a few hours spent under water, and that would be a journey to Mars. William Beebe journey water thinking When ... we realize the possibilities of deep sea life still unknown to us, every haul of the dredge should be welcomed by an expectant enthusiasm equaled in other fields only by the possible hope of communication with our sister planets. William Beebe communication ocean sea A first walk in any new country is one of the things which makes life on this planet worth being grateful for. William Beebe grateful country firsts To be a Naturalist is better than to be a King. William Beebe naturalist kings science In the course of time I have learned to tramp about coral reefs, twenty to thirty feet under water, so unconcernedly that I can pay attention to particular definite things. But after all my silly fears have been allayed, even now, with eyes overflowing with surfeit of color, I am still almost inarticulate. We need a whole new vocabulary, new adjectives, adequately to describe the designs and colors of under sea. William Beebe ocean eye silly ... the only other place comparable to these marvelous nether regions, must surely be naked space itself, out far beyond atmosphere, between the stars, where sunlight has no grip upon the dust and rubbish of planetary air, where the blackness of space, the shining planets, comets, suns, and stars must really be closely akin to the world of life as it appears to the eyes of an awed human being, in the open ocean, one half mile down. William Beebe ocean stars eye To write honestly and with conviction anything about the migration of birds, one should oneself have migrated. Somehow or other we should dehumanize ourselves, feel the feel of feathers on our body and wind in our wings, and finally know what it is to leave abundance and safety and daylight and yield to a compelling instinct, age-old, seeming at the time quite devoid of reason and object. William Beebe writing wings wind Earth has few secrets from the birds. William Beebe secret bird science Butterflies doing strange things in very beautiful ways were in my mind when I sat down, but by the time my pen was uncapped my thoughts had shifted to rocks. William Beebe butterfly rocks beautiful The longer we were in it, the smaller it seemed to get. William Beebe smaller longer were get
