There Are Two Things That Interest Me:

Man Always Kills The Thing He Loves, And So We The Pioneers Have Killed Our Wilderness. Some Say We Had To. Be That As It May, I Am Glad I Shall Never Be Young Without Wild Country To Be Young In. Of What Avail Are Forty Freedoms Without A Blank Spot On The Map?

To Those Devoid Of Imagination A Blank Place On The Map Is A Useless Waste; To Others, The Most Valuable Part.

The Modern Dogma Is Comfort At Any Cost.

In That Year [1865] John Muir Offered To Buy From His Brother ... A Sanctuary For The Wildflowers That Had Gladdened His Youth. His Brother Declined To Part With The Land, But He Could Not Suppress The Idea: 1865 Still Stands In Wisconsin History As The Birth-year Of Mercy For Things Natural, Wild, And Free.

Our Children Are Our Signature To The Roster Of History; Our Land Is Merely The Place Our Money Was Made. There Is As Yet No Social Stigma In The Possession Of A Gullied Farm, A Wrecked Forest, Or A Polluted Stream, Provided The Dividends Suffice To Send The Youngsters To College. Whatever Ails The Land, The Government Will Fix It.