In our attempt to make conservation easy, we have made it trivial.

If we lose our wilderness, we have nothing left worth fighting for.

I am glad I will not be young in a future without wilderness.

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.

We realize the indivisibility of the earth - its soil, mountains, rivers, forests, climate, plants, and animals - and respect it collectively not only as a useful servant but as a living being, vastly less alive than ourselves in degree, but vastly greater than ourselves in time and space - a being that was old when the morning stars sang together, and when the last of us has been gathered unto his fathers, will still be young.

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

Wilderness is a resource which can shrink but not grow.