I am glad I will not be young in a future without wilderness.

Man always kills the thing he loves, and so we the pioneers have killed our wilderness. Some say we had to. Be that as it may, I am glad I shall never be young without wild country to be young in. Of what avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?

It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it.

To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.

...it is disquieting to feel that the conversion into a National Forest or Park always means the esthetic death of a piece of wild country.

No matter how intently one studies the hundred little dramas of the woods and meadows, one can never learn all the salient facts about any one of them.