Wilderness Is The Raw Material Out Of

When I Call To Mind My Earliest Impressions, I Wonder Whether The Process Ordinarily Referred To As Growing Up Is Not Actually A Process Of Growing Down; Whether Experience, So Much Touted Among Adults As The Thing Children Lack, Is Not Actually A Progressive Dilution Of The Essentials By The Trivialities Of Living.

Once You Learn To Read The Land, I Have No Fear Of What You Will Do To It, Or With It. And I Know Many Pleasant Things It Will Do To You.

We Abuse Land Because We Regard It As A Commodity Belonging To Us.

He Who Searches For Spring With His Knees In The Mud Finds It, In Abundance.

Acts Of Creation Are Ordinarily Reserved For Gods And Poets, But Humbler Folk May Circumvent This Restriction If They Know How. To Plant A Pine, For Example, One Need Be Neither God Nor Poet; One Need Only Own A Shovel. By Virtue Of This Curious Loophole In The Rules, Any Clodhopper May Say: Let There Be A Tree - And There Will Be One.