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

To those devoid of imagination a blank place on the map is a useless waste; to others, the most valuable part.

The sweetest hunts are stolen. To steal a hunt, either go far into the wilderness where no one has been, or else find some undiscovered place under everybody's nose

Education, I fear, is learning to see one thing by going blind to another.

For one species to mourn the death of another is a new thing under the sun.

There is yet no ethic dealing with man's relation to land and to the animals and plants which grow upon it. Land, like Odysseus' slave-girls, is still property. The land-relation is still strictly economic, entailing privileges but not obligations.

There is time not only to see who has done what, but to speculate why.