Long, blue, spiky-edged shadows crept out across the snow-fields, while a rosy glow, at first scarce discernible, gradually deepened and suffused every mountain-top, flushing the glaciers and the harsh crags above them. This was the alpenglow, to me the most impressive of all the terrestrial manifestations of God. At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.

What is worthwhile in life? I think it is worth living and dreaming. If you don't you may be dead anyhow - inside.

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

In this silent, serene wilderness the weary can gain a heart-bath in perfect peace.

In drying plants, botanists often dry themselves. Dry words and dry facts will not fire hearts.

The mountains are calling and I must go.

It is always interesting to see people in dead earnest, from whatever cause, and earthquakes make everybody earnest.