The sun shines not on us but in us.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.

Let children walk with Nature, let them see the beautiful blendings and communions of death and life, their joyous inseparable unity, as taught in woods and meadows, plains and mountains and streams of our blessed star, and they will learn that death is stingless indeed, and as beautiful as life.

A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.