Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.

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

The axe and saw are insanely busy, chips are flying thick as snowflakes, and every summer thousands of acres of priceless forests, with their underbrush, soil, springs, climate, scenery, and religion, are vanishing away in clouds of smoke, while, except in the national parks, not one forest guard is employed.

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.

...every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.

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.

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.