One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.
The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
When I first caught sight of (Mount Shasta) over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.
Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.
God cannot save them from fools.
It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest