We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men.

It is a vast wilderness of rocks in a sea of light, colored and glowing like oak and maple in autumn, when the sun gold is richest

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.

One may as well dam for water tanks the people's cathedrals and churches, for no holier temple has ever been consecrated by the heart of man.

Never while anything is left of me shall this... camp be forgotten. It has fairly grown into me, not merely as memory pictures, but as part and parcel of mind and body alike.

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

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