Harmony with land is like harmony with a friend; you cannot cherish his right hand and chop off his left.

Your woodlot is, in fact, an historical document which faithfully records your personal philosophy.

Only the mountain has lived long enough to listen objectively to the howl of the wolf.

I know a painting so evanescent that it is seldom viewed at all except by some wandering deer. It is a river who wields the brush and it is the same river who before I can bring my friends to view his work erases it forever from human view. After that it exists only in my mind's eye.

Wilderness is a resource which can shrink but not grow.

The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant: 'What good is it?

To look into the eyes of a wolf is to see your own soul - hope you like what you see.