In June As Many As A Dozen

Prudence Never Kindled A Fire In The Human Mind; I Have No Hope For Conservation Born Of Fear.

The Hope Of The Future Lies Not In Curbing The Influence Of Human Occupancy - It Is Already Too Late For That - But In Creating A Better Understanding Of The Extent Of That Influence And A New Ethic For Its Governance.

All History Consists Of Successive Excursions From A Single Starting-point, To Which Man Returns Again And Again To Organize Yet Another Search For A Durable Scale Of Values.

What More Delightful Avocation Than To Take A Piece Of Land And By Cautious Experimentation To Prove How It Works. What More Substantial Service To Conservation Than To Practice It On One's Own Land?

Wilderness Is The Raw Material Out Of Which Man Has Hammered The Artifact Called Civilization.