Conservation Is Now A Dead Word.

The Miracle Of Light Pours Over The Green And Brown Expanse Of Saw Grass And Of Water, Shining And Slowly Moving, The Grass And Water That Is The Meaning And The Central Fact Of The Everglades. It Is A River Of Grass.

Conservation Is Now A Dead Word.

It's A Little Bit Late In The Day For Men To Object That Women Are Getting Outside Their Proper Sphere.

No One Is Satisfied With Their Life's Work.

Since 1972, I've Been Going Around Making Speeches On The Everglades.