One of the penalties of an ecological education is that one lives alone in a world of wounds.

All ethics so far evolved rest upon a single premise: that the individual is a member of a community of interdependent parts.

For one species to mourn the death of another is a new thing under the sun.

But wherever the truth may lie, this much is crystal-clear: our bigger-and-better society is now like a hypochondriac, so obsessed with its own economic health as to have lost the capacity to remain healthy. . . . Nothing could be more salutary at this stage than a little healthy contempt for a plethora of material blessings.

To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering.

Wildlife administration, in this respect, is not yet a profession.

We shall never achieve harmony with land, any more than we shall achieve absolute justice or liberty for people. In these higher aspirations, the important thing is not to achieve but to strive.