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We Face The Question Whether A Still Higher "standard Of Living" Is Worth Its Cost In Things Natural, Wild, And Free.

I Know A Painting So Evanescent That It Is Seldom Viewed At All Except By Some Wandering Deer. It Is A River Who Wields The Brush And It Is The Same River Who Before I Can Bring My Friends To View His Work Erases It Forever From Human View. After That It Exists Only In My Mind's Eye.

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.

The Life Of Every River Sings Its Own Song, But In Most The Song Is Long Marred By The Discords Of Misuse.

I Have Purposely Presented The Land Ethic As A Product Of Social Evolution Because Nothing So Important As An Ethic Is Ever 'written'… It Evolves In The Minds Of A Thinking Community.