There is yet no ethic dealing with man's relation to land and to the animals and plants which grow upon it. Land, like Odysseus' slave-girls, is still property. The land-relation is still strictly economic, entailing privileges but not obligations.

We console ourselves with the comfortable fallacy that a single museum piece will do, ignoring the clear dictum of history that a species must be saved in many places if it is to be saved at all.

There are some who can live without wild things and some who cannot.

He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance.

There are two things that interest me: the relation of people to each other, and the relation of people to land.

There is value in any experience that exercises those ethical restraints collectively called sportsmanship.

We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us.