God cannot save them from fools.

Most people are on the world, not in it-- having no conscious sympathy or relationship to anything about them-- undiffused seporate, and rigidly alone like marbles of polished stone, touching but seporate.

If I should be fated to walk no more with Nature, be compelled to leave all I most devoutly love in the wilderness, return to civilization and be twisted into the characterless cable of society, then these sweet, free, cumberless rovings will be as chinks and slits on life's horizon, through which I may obtain glimpses of the treasures that lie in God's wilds beyond my reach.

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

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

What is worthwhile in life? I think it is worth living and dreaming. If you don't you may be dead anyhow - inside.

Everybody needs beauty as well as bread, places to play in and pray in, where nature may heal and give strength to body and soul.