The axe and saw are insanely busy, chips are flying thick as snowflakes, and every summer thousands of acres of priceless forests, with their underbrush, soil, springs, climate, scenery, and religion, are vanishing away in clouds of smoke, while, except in the national parks, not one forest guard is employed.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news

Lie down among the pines for a while, then get to plain pure white love-work ... to help humanity and other mortals and the Lord.

Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.

Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.

There is a love of wild nature in everybody, an ancient mother-love showing itself whether recognized or no, and however covered by cares and duties