If the land mechanism as a whole is good then every part is good, whether we understand it or not.

An Ecologist lives in a world of wounds.

The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on.... A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no detaining the wind.

Wilderness is a resource which can shrink but not grow.

Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty. It expands through successive stages of the beautiful to values as yet uncaptured by language.

How like fish we are: ready, nay eager, to seize upon whatever new thing some wind of circumstance shakes down upon the river of time! And how we rue our haste, finding the gilded morsel to contain a hook!

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