When one tugs at a single thing in nature, he finds it attached to the rest of the world.
I care to live only to entice people to look at Nature’s loveliness.
I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new 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.
When I first caught sight of (Mount Shasta) over the braided folds of the Sacramento Valley I was fifty miles away and afoot, alone and weary. Yet all my blood turned to wine, and I have not been weary since.