All we need, really, is a change from a near frigid to a tropical attitude of mind.
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.
It's a little bit late in the day for men to object that women are getting outside their proper sphere.
There is always the need to carry on.
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.
Whoever wants me to talk, I'll come over and tell them about the necessity of preserving the Everglades.
They are unique in the simplicity, the diversity, the related harmony of the forms of life that they enclose.
Pigheaded covers a multitude of virtues - as well as sins.
The wealth of south Florida, but even more important, the meaning and significance of south Florida lies in the black muck of the Everglades and the inevitable development of this country to be the great tropic agricultural center of the world.
Since 1972, I've been going around making speeches on the Everglades.
No matter how poor my eyes are I can still talk.
I'll talk about the Everglades at the drop of a hat.
Sometimes, I tell them more than they wanted to know.
I wanted to go to a good college, and my mind was set on Wellesley.
I'm just a tough old woman.
I take advantage of every thing I can - age, hair, disability - because my cause is just.
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.
You can't conserve what you haven't got.
