Prudence never kindled a fire in the human mind; I have no hope for conservation born of fear.

On motionless wing they emerge from the lifting mists, sweep a final arc of sky, and settle in clangorous descending spirals to their feeding grounds. A new day has begun on the crane marsh.

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

Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets, but humbler folk may circumvent this restriction if they know how. To plant a pine, for example, one need be neither god nor poet; one need only own a shovel.

The oldest task in human history: to live on a piece of land without spoiling it.

Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them

The sweetest hunts are stolen. To steal a hunt, either go far into the wilderness where no one has been, or else find some undiscovered place under everybody's nose