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

Over the summit, I saw the so-called Mono desert lying dreamily silent in the thick, purple light -- a desert of heavy sun-glare beheld from a desert of ice-burnished granite.

There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties

One learns that the world, though made, is yet being made; that this is still the morning of creation; that mountains long conceived are now being born, channels traced for coming rivers, basins hollowed for lakes.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.