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.

Prudence never kindled a fire in the human mind; I have no hope for conservation born of fear.

Mechanized recreation already has seized nine-tenths of the woods and mountains; a decent respect for minorities should dedicate the other tenth to wilderness.

That dark laboratory we call the soil.

There is value in any experience that exercises those ethical restraints collectively called sportsmanship.

All ethics so far evolved rest upon a single premise: that the individual is a member of a community of interdependent parts.

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