Print some money and give it to us for the rain forests.

Our economic system, run for profit and waste and based primarily on the extractive industries, is the cause of climate change. We have wasted the earth's treasure and we can no longer exploit it cheaply.

If you see everything from the point of view of women being victims in some way, you don't see the wood for the trees. It is better to be a person than a woman.

I always thought we had an environmental problem, but I hadn't realized how urgent it was. James Lovelock writes that by the end of this century there will be one billion people left.

“Our economic system, run for profit and waste and based primarily on the extractive industries, is the cause of climate change. We have wasted the earth's treasure and we can no longer exploit it cheaply.”

Global conditions are far too complex to be able to imagine that they could ever be really controlled by one power.

“Climate risk teaches us that the nation is not the centre of the world.” 

Watergate was a constitutional crisis of the highest order.

You will not solve global climate change by hitting the delete button.

Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

When we tug at a single thing in nature, we find it attached to the rest of the world.

Few are altogether deaf to the preaching of pine trees. Their sermons on the mountains go to our hearts . . .”

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

Look up and down and round about you.

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fool”

God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening – still all is Beauty!

How hard to realize that every camp of men or beast has this glorious starry firmament for a roof! In such places standing alone on the mountain-top it is easy to realize that whatever special nests we make – leaves and moss like the marmots and birds, or tents or piled stone – we all dwell in a house of one room – the world with the firmament for its roof – and are sailing the celestial spaces without leaving any track.

What a psalm the storm was singing, and how fresh the smell of the washed earth and leaves, and how sweet the still small voices of the storm!

I am well again, I came to life in the cool winds and crystal waters of the mountains

Not blind opposition to progress, but opposition to blind progress

Rivers flow not past, but through us; tingling, vibrating, exciting every cell and fiber in our bodies, making them sing and glide

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings

Wilderness is a necessity… there must be places for human beings to satisfy their souls