The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.

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.

Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.

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

The power of imagination makes us infinite.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

...full of God's thoughts, a place of peace and safety amid the most exalted grandeur and enthusiastic action, a new song, a place of beginnings abounding in first lessons of life, mountain building, eternal, invincible, unbreakable order; with sermons in stone, storms, trees, flowers, and animals brimful with humanity.