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

To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.

Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left. That is to say, you cannot love game and hate predators; you cannot conserve the waters and waste the ranges; you cannot build the forest and mine the farm. The land is one organism.

Thus far we have considered the problem of conservation of land purely as an economic issue. A false front of exclusively economic determinism is so habitual to Americans in discussing public questions that one must speak in the language of compound interest to get a hearing.

The land-relation is still strictly economic, entailing privileges but not obligations

What more delightful avocation than to take a piece of land and by cautious experimentation to prove how it works. What more substantial service to conservation than to practice it on one's own land?

For one species to mourn the death of another is a new thing under the sun.