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

Nature had gathered her choicest treasures , to draw her lovers into close and confiding communion with her

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty. Whether as seen carving the lines of the mountains with glaciers, or gathering matter into stars, or planning the movements of water, or gardening - still all is Beauty!

One day's exposure to mountains is better than a cartload of books.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.

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