...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.

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.

I don't know. You'd have to ask the National Parks Department.