Wilderness Is The Raw Material Out Of

Health Is The Capacity Of The Land For Self-renewal.

This Song Of The Waters Is Audible To Every Ear, But There Is Other Music In These Hills, By No Means Audible To All. On A Still Night, When The Campfire Is Low And The Pleiades Have Climbed Over Rimrocks, Sit Quietly And Listen, And Think Hard Of Everything You Have Seen And Tried To Understand. Then You May Hear It - A Vast Pulsing Harmony - Its Score Inscribed On A Thousand Hills, Its Notes The Lives And Deaths Of Plants And Animals, Its Rhythms Spanning The Seconds And The Centuries.

A Profession Is A Body Of Men Who Voluntarily Measure Their Work By A Higher Standard Than Their Clients Demand. To Be Professionally Acceptable, A Policy Must Be Sound As Well As Salable. Wildlife Administration, In This Respect, Is Not Yet A Profession.

We Realize The Indivisibility Of The Earth - Its Soil, Mountains, Rivers, Forests, Climate, Plants, And Animals - And Respect It Collectively Not Only As A Useful Servant But As A Living Being, Vastly Less Alive Than Ourselves In Degree, But Vastly Greater Than Ourselves In Time And Space - A Being That Was Old When The Morning Stars Sang Together, And When The Last Of Us Has Been Gathered Unto His Fathers, Will Still Be Young.

A Thing Is Right When It Tends To Preserve The Integrity, Stability And Beauty Of The Biotic Community. It Is Wrong When It Tends Otherwise.