I'm just a tough old woman.

The miracle of light pours over the green and brown expanse of saw grass and of water, shining and slowly moving, the grass and water that is the meaning and the central fact of the Everglades. It is a river of grass.

It's a little bit late in the day for men to object that women are getting outside their proper sphere.

Since 1972, I've been going around making speeches on the Everglades.

All we need, really, is a change from a near frigid to a tropical attitude of mind.

Conservation is now a dead word.

Child welfare ought really to cover all sorts of topics, such as better water and sanitation and good roads, and clean streets and public parks and playgrounds.