In the school of the woods, there is no graduation day.

To equip a pedestrian with shelter, bedding, utensils, food, and other necessities, in a pack so light and small that he can carry it without overstrain, is really a fine art.

A man can stand almost any hardship by day, and be none the worse for it, provided he gets a comfortable nights rest; but without sound sleep he will soon go to pieces, no matter how gritty he may be.

The man who goes afoot, prepared to camp anywhere and in any weather, is the most independent fellow on earth.

Knicks and dull edges are abominations, so use knives and hatchets for nothing but they were made for.

In the school of the woods, there is no graduation day.

It is one of the blessings of wilderness life that it shows us how few things we need in order to be perfectly happy.