The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

One may as well dam for water tanks the people's cathedrals and churches, for no holier temple has ever been consecrated by the heart of man.

Few places in this world are more dangerous than home. Fear not, therefore, to try the mountain passes. They will kill care, save you from deadly apathy, set you free, and call forth every faculty into vigorous, enthusiastic action.

To the lover of pure wildness Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.