But if it wasn't for the lions, the deer would not thrive.

Only the strongest an' swiftest survive.

That is the meanin' of nature.

There is always a perfect balance kept by nature.

It may vary in different years, but on the whole, in the long years, it averages an even balance." "How wonderfully you put it!" exclaimed Bo, with all her impulsiveness.
"Oh, I'm glad I didn't kill the lion." "What you say somehow hurts me," said Helen, wistfully, to the hunter.
"I see--I feel how true--how inevitable it is.