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.

I wonder if leaves feel lonely when they see their neighbors falling?

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

The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.

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

Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing