Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

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.

The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.

One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books. See how willingly Nature poses herself upon photographers' plates. No earthly chemicals are so sensitive as those of the human soul.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.