All History Consists Of Successive Excursions From

Every Farm Woodland, In Addition To Yielding Lumber, Fuel And Posts, Should Provide Its Owner A Liberal Education. This Crop Of Wisdom Never Fails, But It Is Not Always Harvested.

The Only True Development In American Recreational Resources Is The Development Of The Perceptive Faculty In Americans. All Of The Other Acts We Grace By That Name Are, At Best, Attempts To Retard Or Mask The Process Of Dilution.

High Horns, Low Horns, Silence, And Finally A Pandemonium Of Trumpets, Rattles, Croaks, And Cries That Almost Shakes The Bog With Its Nearness ... A New Day Has Begun On The Crane Marsh. A Sense Of Time Lies Thick And Heavy On Such A Place ... Our Ability To Perceive Quality In Nature Begins, As In Art, With The Pretty. It Expands Through Successive Stages Of The Beautiful To Values As Yet Uncaptured By Language.

Only The Mountain Has Lived Long Enough To Listen Objectively To The Howl Of The Wolf.

Land Is Not Merely Soil, It Is A Fountain Of Energy Flowing Through A Circuit Of Soils, Plants And Animals.