The value of biodiversity is more than the sum of its parts.
Beauty is composed of many things and never stands alone. It is part of horizons, blue in the distance, great primeval silences, knowledge of all things of the earth... It is so fragile it can be destroyed by a sound or thought. It may be infinitesimally small or encompass the universe itself. It comes in a swift conception wherever nature has not been disturbed.
The frog does not drink up the pond in which he lives.
Then he was told: Remember what you have seen, because everything forgotten returns to the circling winds.
You can only go halfway into the darkest forest; then you are coming out the other side.
The great sea Has sent me adrift It moves me As the weed in a great river Earth and the great weather Move me Have carried me away And moved my inward parts with joy.
There is a delight in the hardy life of the open. There are no words that can tell the hidden spirit of the wilderness that can reveal its mystery, its melancholy and its charm. The nation behaves well if it treats the natural resources as assets which it must turn over to the next generation increased and not impaired in value. Conservation means development as much as it does protection.
Beauty created by Nature is equal in value to, and to be accorded reverence equal to that of the beauty of music, art or poetry of man, and experts are available to testify as to degrees of natural beauty just as they are able to testify to the quality of mortalsí art.
Nature is not a place to visit, it is home.
We simply need that wild country available to us, even if we never do more than drive to its edge and look in. For it can be a means of reassuring ourselves of our sanity as creatures, a part of the geography of hope.
Something will have gone out of us as a people if we ever let the remaining wilderness be destroyed; if we permit the last virgin forests to be turned into comic books and plastic cigarette cases; if we drive the few remaining members of the wild species into zoos or to extinction; if we pollute the last clean air and dirty the last clean streams and push our paved roads through the last of the silence, so that never again will Americans be free in their own country from the noise, the exhausts, the stinks of human and automotive waste.
Thereís no music like a little riverís ... It takes the mind out of doors ... and... sir, it quiets a man down like saying his prayers.
People need a model. If they can see a place become beautiful, they're inspired to act.
As we traversed the seemingly endless jumble, we became aware of a sensation new to us: at a time and in a part of the world where opportunity to do so was rapidly vanishing, we knew that this was the way it felt to be pioneers, bound for a land so little visited that it was as if no man had come this way before.
When I would recreate myself, I seek the darkest wood, the thickest and the most interminable, and to the citizen, most dismal swamp. I enter the swamp as a sacred place--a sanctum sanctorum; there is the strength, the marrow of Nature.
If we were required to know the position of the fruit dots or the character of the indusiumís, nothing could be easier to ascertain, but if it is required that you be affected by ferns, that they amount to anything, signify anything to you, that they be another sacred scripture and revelation to you, help to redeem your life, this end is not so easily accomplished.
I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self-contained.
If you know wilderness in the way that you know love, you would be unwilling to let it go. We are talking about the body of the beloved, not real estate.
I believe we have a profound fundamental need for areas of the earth where we stand without our mechanisms that make us immediate masters over our environment.
He who has known how to love the land has loved eternity.
"Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is symbolic as well as actual beauty in the migration of the birds, the ebb and flow of the tides, the folded bud ready for the spring. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature - the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after the winter."
"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset."
Had it not been for the Atlantic Ocean and the virgin wilderness, theUnited States would never have been the Land of Promise.
People viewed this also viewedAnimals Quotes
Aldo Leopold Quotes
Chinese Proverb Quotes
Gary Snyder Quotes
John Muir Quotes
Margaret (Mardy) Murie Quotes
Sigurd F. Olson Quotes
Interesting ReadsBooks About Wilderness
Related QuotesQuotes with Keyword Wilderness