Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.

Books are but stepping stones to show you where other minds have been.

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

Keep close to Nature's heart... and break clear away, once in awhile, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.

As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can".

God has to nearly kill us sometimes, to teach us lessons.