The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive.

I now suspect that just as a deer herd lives in mortal fear of its wolves, so does a mountain live in mortal fear of its deer. And perhaps with better cause, for while a buck pulled down by wolves can be replaced in two or three years, a range pulled down by too many deer may fail of replacement in as many decades.

What avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?

No important change in ethics was ever accomplished without an internal chage in our intellectual emphasis, loyalties, affections, and convictions.

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on.... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

Education, I fear, is learning to see one thing by going blind to another.

Once you learn to read the land, I have no fear of what you will do to it, or with it. And I know many pleasant things it will do to you.