We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect.

The oldest task in human history: to live on a piece of land without spoiling it.

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

Wildlife administration, in this respect, is not yet a profession.

Hemispheric solidarity is new among statesmen, but not among the feathered navies of the sky.

We all strive for safety, prosperity, comfort, long life, and dullness.

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