At times on quiet waters one does not speak aloud but only in whispers, for then all noise is sacrilege.

Without love of the land, conservation lacks meaning or purpose, for only in a deep and inherent feeling for the land can there be dedication in preserving it.

Awareness is becoming acquainted with environment, no matter where one happens to be.

As long as there are young men with the light of adventure in their eyes and a touch of wildness in their souls, rapids will be run.

Ethical and moral questions and how we answer them may determine whether primal scenes will continue to be a source of joy and comfort to future generations. The decisions are ours and we have to search our minds and souls for the right answers... We must be eternally vigilant, embrace the broad concept of an environmental ethic to survive.

It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north, warm and sunny, without a breath of wind; the water was sky-blue, the shores a bank of solid gold.

When a man is part of his canoe, he is part of all that canoes have ever known.