All we need, really, is a change from a near frigid to a tropical attitude of mind.
Conservation is now a dead word.
There are no other Everglades in the world. They are, they have always been, one of the unique regions of the earth; remote, never wholly known. Nothing anywhere else is like them.
You have to stand up for some things in this world.
There is always the need to carry on.
Child welfare ought really to cover all sorts of topics, such as better water and sanitation and good roads, and clean streets and public parks and playgrounds.
Sometimes, I tell them more than they wanted to know.
The problem of the environment is the extension of good housekeeping of the thinking woman.
To be a friend of the Everglades is not necessarily to spend time wandering around out there.
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.
I take advantage of every thing I can - age, hair, disability - because my cause is just.
They are unique in the simplicity, the diversity, the related harmony of the forms of life that they enclose.
No matter how poor my eyes are I can still talk.
Since 1972, I've been going around making speeches on the Everglades.
I'm just a tough old woman.
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