It is in midwinter that I sometimes glean from my pines... a curious transfusion of courage.

The road to conservation is paved with good intentions that often prove futile, or even dangerous, due to a lack of understanding of either land or economic land use.

What avail are forty freedoms without a blank spot on the map?

There are two things that interest me: the relation of people to each other, and the relation of people to land.

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

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!

At first blush I am tempted to conclude that a satisfactory hobby must be in large degree useless, inefficient, laborious, or irrelevant.