To the lover of pure wildness Alaska is one of the most wonderful countries in the world.

How glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains!

These temple destroyers, devotees of ravaging commercialism, seem to have a perfect contempt for Nature, and, instead of lifting their eyes to the God of the mountains, lift them to the Almighty Dollar.

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.

Writing is like the life of a glacier; one eternal grind.

God has to nearly kill us sometimes, to teach us lessons.

Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.