To look into the eyes of a wolf is to see your own soul - hope you like what you see.

Ability to see the cultural value of wilderness boils down, in the last analysis, to a question of intellectual humility. The shallow-minded modern who has lost his rootage in the land assumes that he has already discovered what is important.

The life of every river sings its own song, but in most the song is long marred by the discords of misuse.

Our ability to perceive quality in nature begins, as in art, with the pretty.

It is part of wisdom never to revisit a wilderness, for the more golden the lily, the more certain that someone has gilded it

Conservationists have, I fear, adopted the pedagogical method of the prophets: we mutter darkly about impending doom if people don't mend their ways. The doom is impending, all right; no one can be an ecologist, even an amateur one, without seeing it. But do people mend their ways for fear of calamity? I doubt it. They are more likely to do it out of pure curiosity and interest.

It is inconceivable to me that an ethical relation to land can exist without love, respect, and admiration for land, and a high regard for its value. By value, I of course mean something far broader than mere economic value; I mean value in the philosophical sense.