If We Lose Our Wilderness, We Have

High Horns, Low Horns, Silence, And Finally A Pandemonium Of Trumpets, Rattles, Croaks, And Cries That Almost Shakes The Bog With Its Nearness ... A New Day Has Begun On The Crane Marsh. A Sense Of Time Lies Thick And Heavy On Such A Place ... Our Ability To Perceive Quality In Nature Begins, As In Art, With The Pretty. It Expands Through Successive Stages Of The Beautiful To Values As Yet Uncaptured By Language.

Our Remnants Of Wilderness Will Yield Bigger Values To The Nation's Character And Health Than They Will To Its Pocketbook, And To Destroy Them Will Be To Admit That The Latter Are The Only Values That Interest Us.

There Are Two Spiritual Dangers In Not Owning A Farm. One Is The Danger Of Supposing That Breakfast Comes From The Grocery, And The Other That Heat Comes From The Furnace.

One Of The Penalties Of An Ecological Education Is That One Lives Alone In A World Of Wounds.

To Keep Every Cog And Wheel Is The First Precaution Of Intelligent Tinkering.