Nature seems to look after her own only up to a certain point; beyond that they are supposed to fend for themselves.

He who walks may see and understand. You can study all America from one hilltop, if your eyes are open and your mind is willing to reach. But first you must walk to that hill.

Man is not an aquatic animal, but from the time we stand in youthful wonder beside a Spring brook till we sit in old age and watch the endless roll of the sea, we feel a strong kinship with the waters of this world.

There is a leisure about walking, no matter what pace you set, that lets down the tension.

All walking is discovery. On foot we take the time to see things whole.

March is a tomboy with tousled hair, a mischievous smile, mud on her shoes and a laugh in her voice.

To see a hillside white with dogwood bloom is to know a particular ecstasy of beauty, but to walk the gray Winter woods and find the buds which will resurrect that beauty in another May is to partake of continuity.