In wilderness I sense the miracle of life and behind it our scientific accomplishments fade to trivia.

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Generally speaking a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

I come from pioneer stock developers of the West people who went out into the wilderness and set up home with nothing but a pair of oxen.

I dream of the realization of the unity of Africa whereby its leaders combine in their efforts to solve the problems of this continent. I dream of our vast deserts of our forests of all our great wildernesses.

I don't like formal gardens. I like wild nature. It's just the wilderness instinct in me I guess.

No one should be able to enter a wilderness by mechanical means.

We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world and the best we can find in our travels is an honest friend.

Reason clears and plants the wilderness of the imagination to harvest the wheat of art.