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Mechanized Recreation Already Has Seized Nine-tenths Of The Woods And Mountains; A Decent Respect For Minorities Should Dedicate The Other Tenth To Wilderness.

The Real Jewel Of My Disease-ridden Woodlot Is The Prothonotary Warbler. ... The Flash Of His Gold-and-blue Plumage Amid The Dank Decay Of The June Woods Is In Itself Proof That Dead Trees Are Transmuted Into Living Animals, And Vice Versa.

It Must Be Poor Life That Achieves Freedom From Fear.

Having To Squeeze The Last Drop Of Utility Out Of The Land Has The Same Desperate Finality As Having To Chop Up The Furniture To Keep Warm.

Ethical Behavior Is Doing The Right Thing When No One Else Is Watching- Even When Doing The Wrong Thing Is Legal.