Some people miss flesh as a drunkard misses his dram.

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

I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.

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.

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 have a low opinion of books; they are but piles of stones set up to show coming travelers where other minds have been, or at best signal smokes to call attention. No amount of word-making will ever make a single soul to know these mountains. As well seek to warm the naked and frostbitten by lectures on caloric and pictures of flame. One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books.

But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.