Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.
The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.
The mountains are calling and I must go.
But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.
When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.
As long as I live, I'll hear waterfalls and birds and winds sing. I'll interpret the rocks, learn the language of flood, storm, and the avalanche. I'll acquaint myself with the glaciers and wild gardens, and get as near the heart of the world as I can".