"To the caterpillar-hunter, "What has been eating this bush?" is not slang, but a question of importance and great interest."

-Caterpillars and Their Moths, Ida M. Eliot and Caroline Gray Soule

"My love for the butterflies took on the form of adoration. There was not a delicate, gaudy, winged creature of day that did not make so strong an appeal to my heart as to be almost painful. It seemed to me that the most exquisite thoughts of God for our pleasure were materialized in their beauty. My soul always craved colour, and more brilliancy could be found on one butterfly wing than on many flower faces."

"Having been taught that God created the heavens, earth and all things therein, I understood it to mean a literal creation of each separate thing and creature, as when my father cut down a tree and hewed it into a beam. I would spend hours sitting so immovably among the flowers of our garden that the butterflies would mistake me for a plant and alight on my head and hands, while I strove to conceive the greatness of a Being who could devise and colour all those different butterfly wings. I would try to decide whether He created the birds, flowers, or butterflies first; ultimately coming to the conclusion that he put His most exquisite material into the butterflies, and then did the best He could with what remained, on the birds and flowers."

-Moths of the Limberlost, Gene Stratton-Porter