We reached the old wolf in time to watch a fierce green fire dying in her eyes. I realized then, and have known ever since, that there was something new to me in those eyes โ something known only to her and to the mountain. I was young then, and full of trigger-itch; I thought that because fewer wolves meant more deer, that no wolves would mean huntersโ paradise. But after seeing the green fire die, I sensed that neither the wolf nor the mountain agreed with such a view.
Aldo LeopoldIs education possibly a process of trading awareness for things of lesser worth? The goose who trades his is soon a pile of feathers.
Aldo LeopoldYour woodlot is, in fact, an historical document which faithfully records your personal philosophy.
Aldo Leopold