Only The Most Uncritical Minds Are Free

Like Winds And Sunsets, Wild Things Were Taken For Granted Until Progress Began To Do Away With Them

A Conservationist Is One Who Is Humbly Aware That With Each Stroke [of The Axe] He Is Writing His Signature On The Face Of His Land.

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.

What Avail Are Forty Freedoms Without A Blank Spot On The Map?

There Is Time Not Only To See Who Has Done What, But To Speculate Why.