We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. […] For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.

The end of the human race will be that it will
eventually die of civilisation.

Wilderness is the raw material out of which man has hammered the artifact called civilization.

Is not the sky a father and the earth a mother, and are not all living things with feet or wings or roots their children?