Spring work is going on with joyful enthusiasm.

All the world was before me and every day was a holiday, so it did not seem important to which one of the world's wildernesses I first should wander.

The sun shines not on us but in us. The rivers flow not past, but through us. Thrilling, tingling, vibrating every fiber and cell of the substance of our bodies, making them glide and sing. The trees wave and the flowers bloom in our bodies as well as our souls, and every bird song, wind song, and tremendous storm song of the rocks in the heart of the mountains is our song, our very own, and sings our love.

Hidden in the glorious wildness like unmined gold.

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.

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

Climb the mountains and get their good tidings.