Why this cult of wilderness?... because we like the taste of freedom; because we like the smell of danger.
Wilderness and motors are incompatible and the former can best be experienced, understood and enjoyed when the machines are left behind where they belong -- on the superhighways and in the parking lots, on the reservoirs and in the marinas.
Wilderness. The word itself is music.
Wilderness begins in the human mind.
I come more and more to the conclusion that wilderness, in America or anywhere else, is the only thing left that is worth saving.
We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope.
The only thing left worth saving is wilderness.
If wilderness is outlawed, only outlaws can save wilderness.