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

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

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.

Ink cannot tell the glow that lights me at this moment in turning to the mountains. I feel strong [enough] to leap Yosemite walls at a bound.

...therefore all childish fear must be put away.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.