God cannot save them from fools.

When we contemplate the whole globe as one great dewdrop, striped and dotted with continents and islands, flying through space with other stars all singing and shining together as one, the whole universe appears as an infinite storm of beauty.

God cannot save them from fools.

Anyhow we never know where we must go, nor what guides we are to get - -people,storms, guardian angels, or sheep.

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.

...every sight and sound inspiring, leading one far out of himself, yet feeding and building up his individuality.

When we try to pick out anything by itself, we find it hitched to everything else in the universe.