Aldo Leopold

"There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace."

- Aldo Leopold

"Fishing is not just about catching fish; it's about understanding the delicate balance of nature."

- Aldo Leopold

"The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant: "What good is it?""

- Aldo Leopold

"The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant, ‘What good is it?’"

- Aldo Leopold

"In June, as many as a dozen species may burst their buds on a single day. No man can heed all of these anniversaries; no man can ignore all of them."

- Aldo Leopold

""There are two spiritual dangers in not owning a farm. One is the danger of supposing that breakfast comes from the grocery, and the other that heat comes from the furnace.""

- Aldo Leopold

"We abuse land because we regard it as a commodity belonging to us. When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect."

- Aldo Leopold

"Like winds and sunsets, wild things were taken for granted until progress began to do away with them."

- Aldo Leopold

"When we see land as a community to which we belong, we may begin to use it with love and respect."

- Aldo Leopold

"One swallow does not make a summer, but one skein of geese, cleaving the murk of March thaw, is the Spring."

- Aldo Leopold

"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..."

- Aldo Leopold

"To keep every cog and every wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering."

- Aldo Leopold

"The wind that makes music in November corn is in a hurry."

- Aldo Leopold

"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 detaining the wind."

- Aldo Leopold

"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 detaining the wind."

- Aldo Leopold

"The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant, "What good is it?" If the land mechanism as a whole is good, then every part is good, whether we understand it or not. If the biota, in the course of aeons, has built something we like but do not understand, then who but a fool would discard seemingly useless parts? To keep every cog and wheel is the first precaution of intelligent tinkering."

- Aldo Leopold