God never made an ugly landscape. All that sun shines on is beautiful, so long as it is wild.

Most people who travel look only at what they are directed to look at. Great is the power of the guidebook maker, however ignorant.

Yet how hard most people work for mere dust and ashes and care, taking no thought of growing in knowledge and grace, never having time to get in sight of their own ignorance.

A few minutes ago every tree was excited, bowing to the roaring storm, waving, swirling, tossing their branches in glorious enthusiasm like worship. But though to the outer ear these trees are now silent, their songs never cease.

Nothing truly wild is unclean.

Every hidden cell is throbbing with music and life, every fiber thrilling like harp strings.

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