Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

There is that in the glance of a flower which may at times control the greatest of creation's braggart lords.

I am losing precious days. I am degenerating into a machine for making money. I am learning nothing in this trivial world of men. I must break away and get out into the mountains to learn the news

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

One day's exposure to mountains is better than cartloads of books. See how willingly Nature poses herself upon photographers' plates. No earthly chemicals are so sensitive as those of the human soul.

Walk away quietly in any direction and taste the freedom of the mountaineer.

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.