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.

Who wouldn't be a mountaineer! Up here all the world's prizes seem nothing

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.

A little pure wildness is the one great present want, both of men and sheep.

Strange the faithless fuss made about taking a walk in the safest and pleasantest of all places, a wilderness.

I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.

God has cared for these trees, saved them from drought, disease, avalanches, and a thousand tempests and floods. But he cannot save them from fools.