Nothing truly wild is unclean.

Not blind opposition to progress,but opposition to blind progress.

If I should be fated to walk no more with Nature, be compelled to leave all I most devoutly love in the wilderness, return to civilization and be twisted into the characterless cable of society, then these sweet, free, cumberless rovings will be as chinks and slits on life's horizon, through which I may obtain glimpses of the treasures that lie in God's wilds beyond my reach.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.

But to gain a perfect view, one must go yet further, over a curving brow to a slight shelf on the extreme brink.

Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.