I sort of kept my hand in writing and went to work for the Sierra Club in '52, walked the plank there in '69, founded Friends of the Earth and the League of Conservation Voters after that.

We need the sea. We need a place to stand and touch and listen - to feel the pusle of the world as the surf rolls in.

We cannot go on fiddling while the earth's wild places burn.

Yet another proposal would have us rocket the waste into the sun, but, as you're probably aware, about one in ten of our space shots doesn't quite make it out of the earth's gravitational field.

It seems that every time mankind is given a lot of energy, we go out and wreck something with it.

Let man heal the hurt places and revere whatever is still miraculously pristine.

Keep your rivers flowing as they will, and you will continue to know the most important of all freedoms-the boundless scope of the human mind to contemplate wonders, and to begin to understand their meaning.