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.

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

The gross heathenism of civilization has generally destroyed nature, and poetry, and all that is spiritual.

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

The world is big and I want to have a good look at it before it gets dark.

Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we came from the woods originally.

Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own. Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you.