The clearest way into the Universe is through a forest wilderness.

One should go to the woods for safety, if for nothing else.

At the touch of this divine light, the mountains seemed to kindle to a rapt, religious consciousness, and stood hushed like devout worshippers waiting to be blessed.

The wrongs done to trees, wrongs of every sort, are done in the darkness of ignorance and unbelief, for when the light comes, the heart of the people is always right.

Going to the mountains is going home.

The last days of this glacial winter are not yet past; we live in 'creation's dawn.' The morning stars still sing together, and the world, though made, is still being made and becoming more beautiful every day.

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