Wilderness to the people of America is a spiritual necessity, an antidote to the high pressure of modern life, a means of regaining serenity and equilibrium.

Joys come from simple and natural things: mists over meadows, sunlight on leaves, the path of the moon over water.

Simplicity in all things is the secret of the wilderness and one of its most valuable lessons

Without love of the land, conservation lacks meaning or purpose, for only in a deep and inherent feeling for the land can there be dedication in preserving it.

At times on quiet waters one does not speak aloud but only in whispers, for then all noise is sacrilege.

If we can change our priorities, achieve balance and understanding in our roles as human beings in a complex world, the coming era can well be that of a richer civilization, not its end.

As long as there are young men with the light of adventure in their eyes and a touch of wildness in their souls, rapids will be run.

The way of a canoe is the way of the wilderness, and of a freedom almost forgotten.

It was Indian summer, a bluebird sort of day as we call it in the north, warm and sunny, without a breath of wind; the water was sky-blue, the shores a bank of solid gold.

When a man is part of his canoe, he is part of all that canoes have ever known.

Awareness is becoming acquainted with environment, no matter where one happens to be. Man does not suddenly become aware or infused with wonder; it is something we are born with.

I tell you all the time, you will never be able to replace me with a brass and steam contraption.

Storytellers are master manipulators transforming non-reality (grounded in reality) into vicarious experience.

We are God's chosen people.We are God's treasured possession.Let us rise in mighty strength to possess our rightful places as God's children.

Before you speak... I have already heard. Before you see... I had seen a million times. Before you reach... I came and departed, so is the way and life of a versatile soul.

We have 20 years [until 2026] to reduce carbon emissions or climate change will become irreversible.

A Soviet citizen, an official writer, once said to me: "The day when Communism (that is, well-being for everyone) reigns, man's tragedy will begin: his finitude."

Man was not breathed into the earth. Man came out of the earth.

I hope I never need to believe in God. It would be an awful confession of failure.

I grew up watching movies on television and computer screens. They affected me just as powerfully in the small private space.

Truth never perishes.