I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news

Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.

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

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

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

There are no accidents in Nature. Every motion of the constantly shifting bodies in the world is timed to the occasion for some definite, fore-ordered end. The flowers blossom in obedience to the same law that marks the course of constellations, and the song of a bird is the echo of a universal symphony. Nature is one, and to me the greatest delight of observation and study is to discover new unities in this all-embracing and eternal harmony.