Patriotism requires less and less of making the eagle scream, but more and more of making him think.

An Ecologist lives in a world of wounds.

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.

We Americans, in most states at least, have not yet experienced a bear-less, eagle-less, cat- less, wolf-less woods. Germany strove for maximum yields of both timber and game and got neither.

The government tells us we need flood control and comes to straighten the creek in our pasture. The engineer on the job tells us the creek is now able to carry off more flood water, but in the process we have lost our old willows where the owl hooted on a winter night and under which the cows switched flies in the noon shade. We lost the little marshy spot where our fringed gentians bloomed.

The good life of any river may depend on the perception of its music; and the preservation of some music to perceive.

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