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“Their preservation depends upon a sentiment. As sentiment never yet annihilated a paying industry, we cannot hope to stay, wholly, the ax and saw of the lumberman. But popular opinion, combined with action, if directed intelligently towards the setting apart of some one section of the noble redwood forests... will, I believe, save for our present delight and for that of the generations who come after us, at least one grand forest of the Sequoia sempervirens such as the world cannot show elsewhere, such as a thousand years cannot reproduce.”

Quote by Frank Howard Clark

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Frank Howard Clark

Frank Howard Clark was an American screenwriter known for his contributions to the art of film. His career spanned multiple decades, from the silent era to the advent of sound films, and he is recognized for his work on several classic films. more

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