We face the question whether a still higher "standard of living" is worth its cost in things natural, wild, and free.

Recreational development is a job not of building roads into lovely country, but of building receptivity into the still unlovely human mind.

I know a painting so evanescent that it is seldom viewed at all except by some wandering deer. It is a river who wields the brush and it is the same river who before I can bring my friends to view his work erases it forever from human view. After that it exists only in my mind's eye.

Examine each question in terms of what is ethically and aesthetically right, as well as what is economically expedient.

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

Conservation viewed in its entirety, is the slow and laborious unfolding of a new relationship between people and land.

A river or stream is a cycle of energy from sun to plants to insects to fish. It is a continuum broken only by humans.