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

Mechanized recreation already has seized nine-tenths of the woods and mountains; a decent respect for minorities should dedicate the other tenth to wilderness.

For unnumbered centuries of human history the wilderness has given way. The priority of industry has become dogma. Are we as yet sufficiently enlightened to realize that we must now challenge that dogma, or do without our wilderness? Do we realize that industry, which has been our good servant, might make a poor master?

Wildflower corners are easy to maintain, but once gone, they are hard to rebuild.

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.

We can be ethical only in relation to something we can see, feel, understand, love, or otherwise have faith in.

That land is a community is the basic concept of ecology, but that land is to be loved and respected is an extension of ethics.