Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

...therefore all childish fear must be put away.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

So abundant and novel are the objects of interest in a pure wilderness that unless you are pursuing special studies it matters little where you go, or how often to the same place. Wherever you chance to be always seems at the moment of all places the best; and you feel that there can be no happiness in this world or in any other for those who may not be happy there.

Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.