Blessed are they who never read a newspaper, for they shall see Nature, and through her, God.

One revelation has been made to the Indian, another to the white man.

Why should not our whole life and its scenery be actually thus fair and distinct? All our lives want a suitable background. They should at least, like the life of the anchorite, be as impressive to behold as objects in a desert, a broken shaft or crumbling mound against a limitless horizon.

We are always paid for our suspicion by finding what we suspect.

We need the tonic of wildness...At the same time that we are earnest to explore and learn all things, we require that all things be mysterious and unexplorable, that land and sea be indefinitely wild, unsurveyed and unfathomed by us because unfathomable. We can never have enough of nature.

A man may esteem himself happy when that which is his food is also his medicine.

For it matters not how small the beginning may seem to be: what is once well done is done forever.