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

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease. Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings, while incense is ever flowing from the balsam bells and leaves. No wonder the hills and groves were God's first temples, and the more they are cut down and hewn into cathedrals and churches, the farther off and dimmer seems the Lord himself.

Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over-civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wildness is a necessity.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

...every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.

God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

How narrow we selfish conceited creatures are in our sympathies! How blind to the rights of all the rest of creation!