Do we realize that industry, which has been our good servant, might make a poor master?
The sweetest hunts are stolen. To steal a hunt, either go far into the wilderness where no one has been, or else find some undiscovered place under everybody’s nose.
Acts of creation are ordinarily reserved for gods and poets. To plant a pine, one need only own a shovel.
The drama of the sky dance is enacted nightly on hundreds of farms, the owners of which sigh for entertainment, but harbor the illusion that it is to be sought in theaters. They live on the land, but not by the land.
The rich diversity of the world’s cultures reflects a corresponding diversity in the wilds that gave them birth.
It must be poor life that achieves freedom from fear.
Science contributes moral as well as material blessings to the world. Its great moral contribution is objectivity, or the scientific point of view. This means doubting everything except facts; it means hewing to the facts, let the chips fall where they may.
Relegating grizzlies to Alaska is about like relegating happiness heaven; one may never get there.
What conservation education must build is an ethical underpinning for land economics and a universal curiosity to understand the land mechanism. Conservation may then follow.
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.
Man brings all things to the test of himself, and this is notably true of lightning.
If we lose our wilderness, we have nothing left, in my opinion, worth fighting for; or to be more exact, a completely industrialized United States is of no consequence to me.
The outstanding scientific discovery of the twentieth century is not television, or radio, but rather the complexity of the land organism.
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.
Time was when education moved toward soil, not away from it.
Six days shalt thou paddle and pack, but on the seventh thou shall wash thy socks.
Bread and beauty grow best together. Their harmonious integration can make farming not only a business but an art; the land not only a food-factory but an instrument for self-expression, on which each can play music to his own choosing.
Relegating conservation to government is like relegating virtue to the Sabbath. Turns over to professionals what should be daily work of amateurs .
A profession is a body of men who voluntarily measure their work by a higher standard than their clients demand. To be professionally acceptable, a policy must be sound as well as salable. Wildlife administration, in this respect, is not yet a profession.
No farmer-sportsman group is stronger than the ties of mutual confidence and enthusiasm which bind its members.
Only economists mistake physical opulence for riches.