Nothing truly wild is unclean.

When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.

I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and though fast rooted they travel about as far as we do.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

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

The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.