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.

The richest values of wilderness lie not in the days of Daniel Boone, nor even in the present, but rather in the future.

He who hopes for spring with upturned eye never sees so small a thing as Draba. He who despairs of spring with downcast eye steps on it, unknowing. He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance.

On motionless wing they emerge from the lifting mists, sweep a final arc of sky, and settle in clangorous descending spirals to their feeding grounds. A new day has begun on the crane marsh.

In our attempt to make conservation easy, we have made it trivial.

If we lose our wilderness, we have nothing left worth fighting for.

The first law of intelligent tinkering is to save all the parts