How much wilderness do the wilderness-lovers want? ask those who would mine and dig and cut and dam in such sanctuary spots as these. The answer is easy: Enough so that there will be in the years ahead a little relief, a little quiet, a little relaxation, for any of our increasing millions who need and want it.

Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit the last virgin forests to be turned into comic books and plastic cigarette cases; if we drive the few remaining members of the wild species into zoos or to extinction; if we pollute the last clear air and dirty the last clean streams and push our paved roads through the last of the silence . . .

Is that the basis of friendship? Is it as reactive as that? Do we respond only to people who seem to find us interesting?... Do we all buzz or ring or light up when people press our vanity buttons, and only then? Can I think of anyone in my whole life whom I have liked without his first showing signs of liking me?

It is the abiding concern of thinking people to preserve what keeps men human-to save our contact with nature of which we are a part.

wherever you find the greatest good, you will find the greatest evil, because evil loves paradise as much as good.

American individualism, much celebrated and cherished, has developed without its essential corrective, which is belonging.

Home is a notion that only nations of the homeless fully appreciate and only the uprooted comprehend.