The Modern Dogma Is Comfort At Any

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

Two Things Hold Promise Of Improving Those Lights. One Is To Apply Science To Land-use. The Other Is To Cultivate A Love Of Country A Little Less Spangled With Stars, And A Little More Imbued With That Respect For Mother-earth - The Lack Of Which Is, To Me, The Outstanding Attribute Of The Machine-age.

There Are Some Who Can Live Without Wild Things, And Some Who Cannot. For Us Of The Minority, The Opportunity To See Geese Is More Important Than Television, And The Chance To Find A Pasque-flower Is A Right As Inalienable As Free Speech.

There Is, As Yet, No Sense Of Pride In The Husbandry Of Wild Plants And Animals, No Sense Of Shame In The Proprietorship Of A Sick Landscape. We Tilt Windmills In Behalf Of Conservation In Convention Halls And Editorial Offices, But On The Back Forty We Disclaim Even Owning A Lance.

All Conservation Of Wildness Is Self-defeating, For To Cherish We Must See And Fondle, And When Enough Have Seen And Fondled, There Is No Wilderness Left To Cherish.