For us in the minority, the opportunity to see geese is more important than television.

Your woodlot is, in fact, an historical document which faithfully records your personal philosophy.

The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant, "What good is it?" If the land mechanism as a whole is good, then every part is good, whether we understand it or not. If the biota, in the course of aeons, has built something we like but do not understand, then who but a fool would discard seemingly useless parts? To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering.

I am glad I will not be young in a future without wilderness.

One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring.

The problem, then, is how to bring about a striving for harmony with land among a people many of whom have forgotten there is any such thing as land, among whom education and culture have become almost synonymous with landlessness. This is the problem of conservation education.

In June as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them.