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

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?

Getting up too early is a vice habitual in horned owls, stars, geese, and freight trains. Some hunters acquire it from geese, and some coffee pots from hunters.

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

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