The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry. The stalks hum, the loose husks whisk skyward in half-playing swirls, and the wind hurries on… A tree tries to argue, bare limbs waving, but there is no… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share Image
The worthiness of any cause is not measured by its clean record, but by its readiness to see the blots when they are pointed… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
Is it possible to preserve the element of Unknown Places in our national life? Is it practicable to do so, without undue loss in… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
Teach the student to see the land, understand what he sees, and enjoy what he understands. — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
Wildflower corners are easy to maintain, but once gone, they are hard to rebuild. — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
He who searches for spring with his knees in the mud finds it, in abundance. — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
If education really educates, there will, in time, be more and more citizens who understand that relics of the old West add meaning and… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
This song of the waters is audible to every ear, but there is other music in these hills, by no means audible to all…… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
To those who know the speech of hills and rivers straightening a stream is like shipping vagrants—a very successful method of passing trouble from… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
We shall never achieve harmony with land, any more than we shall achieve absolute justice or liberty for people. In these higher aspirations, the… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
If we lose our wilderness, we have nothing left, in my opinion, worth fighting for; or to be more exact, a completely industrialized United… — Aldo Leopold Copy Share
