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.

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

...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.

Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left

Individual thinkers since the days of Ezekiel and Isaiah have asserted that the despoliation of land is not only inexpedient but wrong. Society, however, has not yet affirmed their belief.

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?