Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

Any fool can destroy trees, they cannot run away.

Come to the woods, for here is rest. There is no repose like that of the green deep woods. Here grow the wallflower and the violet. The squirrel will come and sit upon your knee, the logcock will wake you in the morning. Sleep in forgetfulness of all ill. Of all the upness accessible to mortals, there is no upness comparable to the mountains.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.