I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.

I am very blessed. The Valley is full of people, but they do not annoy me. I revolve in pathless places and in higher rocks than the world and his ribbony wife can reach.

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

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

There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties

Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this moment in turning to the mountains. I feel strong [enough] to leap Yosemite walls at a bound.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.